The Journey To Become The Strongest
Chapter 53 — Mystery of Pascima City (4)
Not long after, the person dressed in black clothes woke up. The first Shen Wenhuan noticed it and removed the black mask that covered the person's face.
The person did not look beautiful nor handsome, he actually looked like an ordinary person among the crowd of ordinary people.
The person's attention was on Shen Wenhuan from the moment he woke up, he tried to spit towards Shen Wenhuan as a form of humiliation, he said, but Shen Wenhuan first covered his mouth with a spell so that the person almost choked by his own saliva.
Then the person begins to realize he is tied up and tries to break free, but the person does not expect the rope to be so strong and tight.
Shen Wenhuan stepped back elegantly and authoritatively and sat down on the chair facing the person. While Lian Huanran and Chao Bence docked in unison to nearby Lian Haocun who had already completed his short cultivation to observe what was about to happen, while discussing around Lian Haocun.
“Not allowed spitting. Now you just have to answer my question.” Said Shen Wenhuan full of pressure a Nascent Soul stage.
The pressure of a mountain hit the person in black so that the person could not move. Sweat begins to pour from the person's forehead. Whereas Shen Wenhuan casually took out his flute from his storage ring like he did not notice the sweat pouring profusely from the forehead of the black-clothed person.
Then Shen Wenhuan started his interrogation, “First question. Where are the missing people?”
Then the spell that made the black-clothed person unable to speak, was released. After the spell was removed, the black-clothed person tried to spit again, but could not due to the pressure from Shen Wenhuan which grew heavier over time.
With sweat-filled sweat, the person answered Shen Wenhuan's question in a tone full of the pleasure of revenge, “Sure! They're dead! Hahahaha, do you know? They cry-,”
Shen Wenhuan rewrote a spell that made people dressed in black unable to speak.
With a bone-chilling cold tone, Shen Wenhuan said, “No need for extra sentences.”
Although there was no profound change from Shen Wenhuan's expression, Lian Haocun and Lian Huanran knew that their Master was angry.
Then Shen Wenhuan asked the second question, “Where are the bodies of the missing people?”
After the spell was released, the black-clothed person formed a terrifying wide smile so Lian Huanran was forced to turn her face away from it because she could not bear it.
“What else? Of course they're burned! Their bones and flesh were melted down one by one! But those hypocrites deserve it! Ah, considering it back-,”
Shen Wenhuan silenced the black-clothed person with a spell again.
Shen Wenhuan's cold, pressure-filled tone of voice made the hearts of the black-clothed people tremble in fear.
“Who helped you?” Shen Wenhuan started asking the third question while putting pressure on the person.
The guy starts playing dumb, “Hah? What the hell are you saying? Who helped me?”
Shen Wenhuan amplified the pressure on the person again so that the person had to bend down. But the man did not give up at all. So Shen Wenhuan could only play the flute he had put out before.
A beautiful melody was heard in the room. Yet the black-clothed person could only shake his head and begin to scream in pain. Every second felt like hell, that was how the black-clothed person felt.
Two minutes after the melody, the black-clothed person started shouting another sentence after a shriek of pain, “I'll tell you! I'll tell you! Please stop the song! Please!”
Shen Wenhuan stopped playing his flute but did not give the person any rest at all.
Shen Wenhuan repeated his question and the person responded with a trembling voice, “He-he wears a black robe! Yes black robes! Th-that's it, what else!? What else!?” Strangled the man.
As the screeches were quite loud, Lian Huanran and Chao Bence covered their ears again with their hands. While even Lian Haocun did not budge in the slightest, he only looked at the black-clothed person seriously.
Shen Wenhuan frowned before making the black-clothed person faint with a melodic chant from his flute.
After saving the flute, Shen Wenhuan asked Lian Huanran, “What do you think, Huanran?”
Lian Huanran did not expect the question to be directed at him, but Lian Huanran quickly replied, “I think the memory of the person had been erased or confused by the person who helped him. And with this, um..., it can be ascertained that the person who helped him is ‘leader’.”
Shen Wenhuan nodded and said, "The spell to erase or mess with memories. These are forbidden spells that should not be used. The person who helped him this must not be an ordinary person.”
Lian Huanran was silent for a moment hearing Shen Wenhuan's words.
Lian Haocun expressed his opinion, “Maybe the black-clothed person could lure the leader out.”