Nie Ying tilted her head, looking at Wen Wen in confusion. Wasn't she just interrogated?
"Whish!"
Without hesitation, Wen Wen stabbed a steel needle into Nie Ying's thigh, even adding a sound effect with his mouth.
"Hey, that was just an appetizer. Speak, who sent you?"
Nie Ying shook her head in pain. She had no loyalty to the Capital Feng Ghost God, but she couldn't betray.
A ferocious ghost kind was lurking next to her heart. If she dared to betray it, the ghost would devour her heart in an instant.
"Ha, looks like you're a die-hard type."
With a flick of his wrist, the steel needle turned into a branding iron. Wen Wen held it with a sinister grin; he had no need to show mercy to those who sought trouble with him.
Half an hour later, Nie Ying was disheveled, her body covered with wounds inflicted by Wen Wen.
