Chapter 1109 The Demon Seed is Natural (143)
The man's face was bruised and red from holding back. As his hands and feet struggled, the whole boat began to bump wildly. During the shaking, he could not sit still at all, and almost fell into the water several times.
But even though the boat was bumpy, the old woman holding the boat remained motionless, and the oar in her hand continued to paddle slowly, like a puppet being controlled.
Qing Sang saw that Zhou Ye had murderous intentions and said calmly to the side.
"It's better to take this opportunity to ask the man's identity and then consider how to deal with him."
The man who was pinched in his hand couldn't help but nodded, his eyes almost squeezed out. He struggled but in the end he could only stare straight into Zhou Ye's eyes and squeezed out a few words between his teeth.
"Don't...kill...me."
Zhou Ye looked at him, and suddenly she leaned over, her nose twitching, and smelled the man's scent.
She let go the next second, and the man immediately got away, lying on the stern of the boat coughing violently, like a dehydrated fish, with black mist oozing out of his body.
The boat under her body continued to float forward steadily, and the old woman rowed the oar in her hand, her face expressionless, and her thin body like an unconscious corpse.
"Tell me, Zhou Shuncai was originally a god, why did he become the evil demon he is today?"
The man lay on the boat with his hands on his neck, looking at Zhou Ye with a slight flinch.
"I don't know."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ye grabbed his neck and pushed the man out of the boat without any explanation. Most of his body fell into the water because Zhou Ye was holding his collar, leaving only his head lying on the water.
"Say."
Zhou Ye simply repeated.
The man was in shock, and suddenly his whole body was soaked in the bone-chilling Netherworld River water. The biting cold water swept through his body with pain like needles. The man gritted his teeth. Even so, his upper and lower teeth were still crazy when he spoke. Shiver.
"I...I don't know..."
Zhou Ye had a cold face, expressionlessly holding up his collar and pressing it down hard.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The man whimpered in pain, Zhou Ye lowered his eyes and watched silently as he struggled underwater.
Qingsang on the side reminded. "Nearly dead."
Zhou Ye nodded and picked up his head again.
"Cough cough cough!!!"
The man was covered in water, his skin was blue, and he was trembling.
"Say or not?"
Without waiting for his answer, Zhou Ye made a move to push him back again.
"Say, I said, let me go up, I'm freezing to death."
Under the Netherworld River are the skeletons of demons that are millions of years old. It is a cold place, and as time goes by, it naturally becomes more and more bleak.
Zhou Ye picked him up in no hurry.
The man gritted his teeth, unable to struggle, so he could only speak.
"All you need to do is remove the divine bones and devour the souls of others. This man became a demon thousands of years ago. He escaped from the demon world not long ago. The Demon Ancestor sent me to clean up the door."
At this point, the manly aura is weak.
"I've said everything I know, let me go up...and then go up."
The man couldn't run away and couldn't struggle, so he could only plead.
This Netherworld River water could really freeze him to death. I thought this mission would be easy and simple, but I didn't expect to encounter such a powerful and terrifying evil god.
Most people who fall into evil spirits are greedy for life and afraid of death, and Zhou Ye's method is the most effective.
Qing Sang stopped talking, and Zhou Ye lifted him up.
After narrowly escaping from death, the man hurriedly curled up and squatted on the stern of the boat, shivering like a frozen quail.
(End of chapter)