"Where?" Chu Mo asked indifferently.
"In... in a small cabin on the back mountain!" Miao Li, clenching his teeth and with a somber face that looked almost like it could drip water, glared with eyes filled with deep resentment, as if he wished to kill Chu Mo with his gaze.
"You'd better pray that my woman is still alive, otherwise, you will suffer more than death itself!"
Muttering to himself, Chu Mo then directly inserted several silver needles into Miao Li's wounds.
Those needles were specially made by Chu Mo, and their ferocity went without saying.
The moment the silver needles entered Miao Li's body, his complexion began to change wildly with utter insanity.
"Ah ah ah ah ah... It's killing me, it's killing me!!"
"Just kill me!!"
At that moment, Miao Li was howling madly as if he had seen a ghost, as if his spiritual power had collapsed.
Upon witnessing this scene, everyone instinctively took a few steps back.
They were both in awe and fearful of Chu Mo.
