Chapter 82

The white silk scarf was embroidered with bright peony flowers, very beautiful. Wu Fan folded it several times in his hands, turning it into a blindfold. His movements were very gentle, as if he were afraid of damaging the delicate scarf.

Silence.

Wu Fan finally made a move. He pulled the fair-skinned man, who claimed to be the son-in-law of the Yingyang Zhang family, to one side, making him face away from him.

"Tap tap... tap tap... tap tap..."

He took more than ten steps back, stopped, and measured the distance with his hands, seemingly very satisfied.

"As the old saying goes, 'If one is upright, one need not fear a crooked shadow.'", Wu Fan's expression was half-smiling, half-serious. He tied the blindfold over his own eyes and walked straight forward, continuing to speak, "What I want to say is—If one is upright, one need not fear a crooked step! If one has no evil in their heart, they will walk straight."

"Clap clap!"

Wu Fan accurately touched the fair-skinned man's shoulder and patted it hard twice.

"Ah!"

The fair-skinned man shrank back in fear, letting out a cry.

Wu Fan removed the blindfold and looked at the thirty-odd people he had singled out, saying, "The game I want to play with you is this. Each of you will come and walk once. If you walk straight and touch his shoulder or back... you can live."

Since those who touched the fair-skinned man's shoulder or back could live, those who didn't—would naturally die.

"You! Come over!"

Wu Fan extended his hand and beckoned a eunuch over.

"Sir... spare my life..."

The eunuch cried out in terror.

"Tsk tsk!"

Wu Fan clicked his tongue, smiling and patting the eunuch's cheek, saying, "Go and walk, if you touch him, you live. Go on!" Seeing that the eunuch was still tearfully begging for mercy, Wu Fan's attitude turned fierce, "Huh? Don't want to go, but still want to live? Have you heard of 'Is my sword not sharp enough?'? If you hesitate any longer, I'll kill you immediately!"

The eunuch was terrified, his legs trembling violently.

Wu Fan personally blindfolded him and said with a smile, "Go! It's right in front of you! Don't tremble, trembling will make you lose your direction, and your... life!"

The eunuch trembled as he walked forward, forward, forward...

He walked crookedly.

"Swish!"

A flash of the blade, and Wu Fan, who was following behind the eunuch, stabbed him through without hesitation.

"Ah ah ah..."

Screams instantly filled the Perfumed Hall, followed by sobs and wails.

Wu Fan removed the blindfold, not even glancing at the corpse, and pointed to the next person, saying, "You, come over and continue."

The second person to come forward was a woman, who seemed very brave. After being blindfolded, she took a few quick steps, reaching the fair-skinned man's shoulder in two steps. Then she collapsed on the ground, sobbing.

Pressure.

The pressure of life and death.

No one could bear it!

And this.

Was exactly what Wu Fan had deliberately created! What he wanted to see!

"Clap clap clap!"

Wu Fan clapped his hands continuously, went over to help the woman up, and said with a smile, "Well done! You did great!" Then, changing his tone, he looked at the fair-skinned man and said, "Sorry, I forgot to mention, those who don't touch you will die, and those who do... will also die!"

"Swish!"

Wu Fan cut the fair-skinned man's throat, and he could no longer speak.

Wu Fan pulled the woman who had touched the fair-skinned man to the front, making her face away, becoming the new target.

"Continue!"

Wu Fan said with a smile.

From this moment on, everyone understood that this game was played with their lives, and the only outcome was death!

In fact...

By doing this, by killing so many innocents, Wu Fan was sending a message, a message to the Maitreya Sect hidden among the crowd, or to those in the crowd, or to their determination—rather than let them continue living, he would rather kill everyone!

"You! Come over! Continue!"

Wu Fan beckoned, signaling the next person to come forward.

At this moment—

"No need! I am a member of the Maitreya Sect! Don't kill anymore!"

The soft voice was tinged with sorrow and reluctance, very moving. The person who stepped forward was another top courtesan of the Perfumed Hall, named Qier.

Wu Fan nodded, as if showing respect, and continued, "Anyone else! Come forward! I'm tired, I don't want to continue... Don't make me drag you out myself, otherwise I'll tell you that 'branding' is just the lightest punishment."

Gradually, three more people stepped out from the crowd.

Wu Fan patted his forehead and waited quietly.

Then...

The fifth.

The sixth.

The seventh.

A total of seven people, all women.

"Tsk tsk!"

Seeing this, Wu Fan couldn't help but click his tongue, sighing, "One net cast, and so many fish caught! Any more? Come forward! None?" Wu Fan turned to Lin Xinshan and said, "Take these seven people upstairs, put them in different rooms. Watch them, don't let them have a chance to commit suicide. Watch the others too, I don't want any big fish to slip away!"

Lin Xinshan quickly took care of everything.

Wu Fan politely bowed to the people in the hall and said with a smile, "Bear with me for a moment, I'll be quick."

As they went upstairs, Lin Xinshan looked at Wu Fan with admiration and said in a low voice, "Sir, how did you know... that there were so many members of the Maitreya Sect?"

Wu Fan held up three fingers and smiled, "I knew nothing, just three words—intimidate, scare, and bluff. They couldn't keep their cool! " He paused and continued, "All women, it's a bit cruel to torture them. So... when I go in to interrogate, if it takes more than sixty breaths in one room, you come and knock on the door!"

Lin Xinshan nodded dumbly, thinking to himself: [Knock on the door? What does that have to do with interrogation? Shouldn't there be severe punishment?]

Wu Fan didn't care what Lin Xinshan was thinking. He first entered the room where the top courtesan Qier was.

Closing the door, Wu Fan folded his hands behind his back and slowly walked towards Qier, saying, "Speak up! I might let you live! Hmm?"

"Knock knock knock!"

Seeing that Qier showed disdain, neither speaking nor making a sound, Wu Fan tapped the table and fell silent.

"Bang bang bang!"

After sixty breaths, Lin Xinshan came to knock on the door.

Wu Fan stood up, looked at Qier, and said with a smile, "Do you think... the other six will speak before you? Tsk tsk, if they speak first, I'll have to kill you!"

Having said that, Wu Fan went straight to the second room.

It was another woman. Wu Fan faced her with a smile and said, "Speak up! Just now, your friend Qier confessed some things. For example... the so-called Zhou Baihu's second wife, Lan, is actually the daughter of the Maitreya Sect leader! What can you say to save your life?"

The woman looked at Wu Fan in shock and said, "How do you know about Guanyin... " Her voice trailed off, and she shook her head, saying, "I won't speak! I won't speak!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Lin Xinshan knocked on the door again from outside.

Wu Fan smiled and said, "Oh! It looks like the others are making progress. You should know—only useful people can live! If they confess everything... you are useless! I will kill you without hesitation! Really!"

In the third room.

Wu Fan said right away, "Lan, Guanyin, your leader, right? Haha! Others have told me useful information, what about you?"

As Wu Fan himself said, he couldn't bear to torture these women physically, but he wasn't against mental torture. How could he get useful and reliable information without it? He just didn't torture them physically, but mentally. He used the essence of intimidate, scare, and bluff to the fullest in this interrogation!

Just going through the motions, by the second round, everyone was vying to confess to Wu Fan... they couldn't bear it and broke down.

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PS2: Thank you to the first leader, the golden orange, and the bloodthirsty little bean for the small red envelopes of 100 points, 1888 points, and 100 points. Thanks!

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