A pack of silver needles, a bottle of suspicious potion, and a cold face.

Keba shivered.

"what are you up to!"

"I want something." Wang Zhenting smiled and pinched a silver needle and put it in the potion bottle.

Some cold sweat appeared on Keba's forehead and said, "What?"

"Hundred Poison Body Refining Technique."

With his eyes rolling, Keba felt relieved and said, "You promised to let me go, I'll say!"

Wang Zhenting's smile remained unchanged, but the silver needle in his hand accurately pierced into an acupoint on the back of his hand.

After a slight sting, Keba's face changed drastically.

Itchy! Itchy!

It was like a bug drilling into his acupoint along the silver needle, making him want to immediately, immediately, to scratch it with his hands to stop itching.

Immediately after itched, there was a pain. The veins on his back of his hand burst out, and then there was another itch.

Itchy and pain, these feelings alternated with each other, making him feel very uncomfortable.

"This is just the first needle." Wang Zhenting smiled faintly, picked up the second silver needle and said, "You can try how many needles you can withstand."

As he said that, he dipped it in the potion and stabbed it into a hole on Keba's forearm. Suddenly, Keba's entire forearm hurt and itchy alternated.

As soon as his face changed, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Keba's forehead.

It was like a bug was burrowing into his flesh, and itchy, making him feel in great pain.

"Sher!"

Another needle was pierced on his upper arm, and suddenly, his entire arm began to itch and hurt.

Keba couldn't help but exhaled in pain, and half of his body began to tremble.

Glazed at Wang Zhenting viciously, Keba still kept his teeth tightly.

He knew that what Wang Zhenting wanted was his bargaining condition. Once he opened his mouth, his life would be held in his hands.

Wang Zhenting's expression remained unchanged, but he slowly pinched up another silver needle.

Just three needles, then I got there.

"Brother Wang!"

Just as the needle in Wang Zhenting's hand was about to be pierced, Hong Wending, who had been watching silently, screamed.

Wang Zhenting said in confusion: "What?"

After licking his lips, Hong Wending said eagerly: "Let me try it?"

A little stunned, Wang Zhenting said: "Yes!"

"But, are your acupoints familiar?"

"Familiar, my dad taught me!"

"Okay." Wang Zhenting smiled and handed over the silver needle in his hand.

Hong Wending reached out to take the silver needle, his eyes shining with a strange light, and he stabbed Keba for a while.

Keba's whole body trembled, and his eyes were so vicious that he was about to say something, Hong Wending grabbed a silver needle and stuffed it into the potion in the stiff expression that Keba's heart stopped beating.

"Puff, puff, puff!"

After three consecutive injections, Keba's entire chest was itchy and numb, and his face turned pale.

"Don't you give honest advice?"

Hong Wending said coldly, and under Keba's terrified gaze, two more needles fell down.

"I said! I said!"

Finally, when Hong Wending picked up a silver needle again, Keba couldn't help but scream.

He was afraid that he would be stabbed to death by the child if he didn't speak.

He knew that Wang Zhenting had a good idea, but he didn't believe this child, so he could know it in his heart.

Looking at Hong Wending's appearance, it seems that he is regarded as an interesting toy...

He... was very scared of this feeling.

Seeing Keba speak, Hong Wending looked at the silver needles soaked in the potion and sighed in disappointment, as if it was a pity that these needles had not been pierced.

Hearing the sigh, Wang Zhenting laughed out loud and said, "If you like it, I will give it to you."

Hong Wending was stunned for a moment, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said happily: "Thank you, Brother Wang."

After saying that, he hurriedly put away the medicine bottle and silver needle.

Wang Zhenting nodded, walked to his medicine box, opened the medicine box, took out several pieces of white paper and pen and ink from the medicine box, and said to Keba: "You said, I'll write."

Keba nodded quickly and continued to moan in pain.

Wang Zhenting pulled out the silver needle on his body. After Keba relieved, he recited the medicines needed for the Hundred Poison Body Refining Technique and the methods of cultivation under Hong Wending's unhealthy gaze.

Wang Zhenting remembered it quickly, and when he wrote the last word, a faint voice rang in Wang Zhenting's mind.

"Get the Hundred Poison Body Refining Technique."

Wang Zhenting raised his eyebrows with satisfaction. He thought Keba would deliberately say something wrong, but he didn't expect to be so honest.

When he obtained the real martial arts, the system would have a prompt sound. When he got the Turtle Breath Technique from Zhu Xiaoqian, he already knew this, and this function saved him a lot of effort.

"I have told you what you want to know, I just want you to let me live a life."

Keba's eyes were full of pleading.

Hong Wending clenched his fists and said, "No, you deserve to die!"

At a young age, he had seen a lot of blood. Killing someone who he considered an enemy was not burdened with at all.

Wang Zhenting blew the paper full of words and said, "I can only promise you, I will let you go. As for the others... I can't guarantee it."

Upon hearing this, Keba's face looked extremely ugly.

Hong Wending bent over, thanked Wang Zhenting, took out a dagger from his arms, and walked towards Keba.

However, Keba was one of the culprits in the destruction of Shaolin, and was the enemy of his father and son.

He will never show mercy to the enemy!

"You have no faith! You can't do this!" Keba shouted in fear, moving his body back little by little.

"puff!"

Hong Wending stabbed the dagger into Keba's chest without hesitation. After watching the blood dye Keba's purple-red monk robe even brighter, he said coldly: "It's me who killed you, it's nothing to do with Brother Wang. Go down and ask you, don't find the wrong person!"

Wang Zhenting was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, patted Hong Wending's head, and said, "Go away quickly, your father has gone far."

"Yes!" Hong Wending nodded and said, "Then Brother Wang, follow me, I will lead the way."

Wang Zhenting picked up his medicine box, carried the weapon behind him, and said, "Let's go."

...

"Take his body back, just say that the spy Keba has been killed, and we are chasing Hong Xiguan and the treasure map."

Seeing that Ma Ning'er had a few words, he made the final conclusion on Keba's identity as a spy. The eight-armed Arhat couldn't help but feel sad.

Gao Jinzhong's mouth trembled, and he looked at the eyes of Ma Ning'er and the eight-armed Arhat, and a trace of sinister flashed, but his face said with a sad face: "Now they are gone without a trace, are we going to find them?"

Ma Ning'er sneered. As a good brother of Hong Xiguan back then, he was naturally clear about some of Hong Xiguan's details. After thinking about it, he spoke: "He will definitely hand over the treasure map to the Heaven and Earth Society, so that the Heaven and Earth Society can carry out the great cause of anti-Qing and restoring the Ming Dynasty."

Ma Ning'er paused, a cold light flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Honghua Pavilion!"
Chapter completed!