Chapter 1313 1412 Nether 13 People

Chapter 1313: Chapter 1412: Nether 13 People Chapter 1313: Chapter 1412: Nether 13 People At some point, a chair had appeared behind Fang Lin, as he casually sat down, comfortably observing the half-dead, emaciated man.

The emaciated man’s lifeless eyes, bloodshot and wide, were fixed on Fang Lin, filled with deep enmity, anger, and now fear.

Before, the emaciated man had not shown the slightest fear towards Fang Lin, but now he had been tormented to the brink of death by the pill that Fang Lin had given him; he was now terrified, dreadfully afraid Fang Lin might give him more of those pills.

“Getting relief is simple,” Fang Lin said indifferently, “I ask a question, and you answer it.”

The emaciated man ground his teeth, wishing he could rush over and bite a chunk of flesh from Fang Lin, but he was powerless to do so; his limbs were broken, his Spirit Source sealed, rendering him useless.

“Ask your questions!” The emaciated man barely got out the words, the agony inside him known only to himself.

Fang Lin smirked slightly, “What’s your name? What’s your status within Hidden Kill Hall?”

The emaciated man looked up at Fang Lin and said, “In Hidden Kill Hall, there’s a force called Nether with thirteen members, and I am one of them. People of the Thirteen Men of Nether have no names, only designations by order.”

Fang Lin nodded, “So, what’s your number within this Nether?”

“I am number ten,” said the emaciated man.

Fang Lin was slightly surprised. This man’s strength was not weak; even a Pill Alliance expert like Zhou Meng had been easily defeated by him. Such strong prowess only ranked tenth within Nether, this indicated there were even stronger individuals within Nether.

“Besides you, are there other members of Nether here? Who has the Demonic Extermination Needle?” Fang Lin asked again, inquiring about what he wanted to know the most—the whereabouts of the Demonic Extermination Needle.

As long as the Demonic Extermination Needle remained out there, Fang Lin would be restless, it posed a significant threat to him.

The emaciated man took a few labored breaths, looking extremely weary before he finally spoke, “There are four of us from Nether here. I am the weakest. The other three are ranked third, fifth, and sixth within Nether. The Demonic Extermination Needle is with the one ranked fifth, and he is here within this array as well.”

Hearing this, Fang Lin’s face showed a thoughtful expression.

“How am I supposed to believe you?” Fang Lin asked.

The emaciated man gave a bitter laugh, “I’m already in this dire state; I have no reason to lie to you any further. If you don’t believe me, take my Nine Palace Bag. Inside, you’ll find Jade Slips I use to communicate with the other three. They can’t be used here, but you should be able to verify the markings.”

At Fang Lin’s wave, the two remaining Nine Palace Bags on the emaciated man’s person flew to Fang Lin’s hand.

Indeed, in one of the Nine Palace Bags, Fang Lin found several Message Transmitting Jade Slips, each with distinct markings bearing the numerals three, five, and six.

From these two Nine Palace Bags, Fang Lin also glimpsed numerous items, most for assassination and ambushing, along with many poisons—clearly the essentials for a Hidden Kill Hall assassin.

But among these, one item caught Fang Lin’s attention.

It was a plain white piece of paper with nothing on it, tucked in the deepest part of this Nine Palace Bag.

A simple white paper in an assassin’s Nine Palace Bag? Unlikely. There had to be something unusual about the paper itself.

The emaciated man had also seen Fang Lin take out the piece of white paper and his expression became slightly uneasy, but he still tried his best to appear calm, not wanting to arouse Fang Lin’s suspicion.

Unfortunately, Fang Lin was still suspicious of the white paper. He turned it over and over, looking at it time and again. Although he couldn’t discern anything significant, he felt that the white paper was very suspicious.

“What is this?” Fang Lin asked, looking toward the emaciated man.

“It’s just a piece of paper, not anything important,” the man spoke, head bowed.

Fang Lin frowned. “A piece of white paper, why would it be inside your Nine Palace Bag?”

“It really is just a piece of paper,” the man said, his tone very calm, with not a hint of suspicion.

But Fang Lin laughed. “This is definitely not an ordinary piece of paper. If you don’t tell me, I’ll keep feeding you pills.”

Hearing this, the emaciated man was immediately frightened. He didn’t want to go through that desperate agony again, each time memories from the depths surfaced, pushing him close to collapse.

But the secret of the paper was something he couldn’t reveal; it involved a significant covert operation of Hidden Kill Hall. Should it be leaked, he would also be erased by Hidden Kill Hall.

“In fact, even if you don’t tell me, I could find out through other means, such as a Soul Search,” Fang Lin said indifferently, his words making the emaciated man shudder.

Soul Search was an extremely insidious and dreadful tactic, forcibly rummaging through a person’s soul to see all their past memories. It was a very ruthless method that would cause severe harm to the subject.

Within Hidden Kill Hall, there were people proficient in this technique, and the emaciated man had personally witnessed the fate of those who had their souls searched—utterly tragic.

What was most terrifying was that after a Soul Search, the person wouldn’t die but would enter a cloudy and tormenting state, suffering constantly, similar to or even worse than the emaciated man’s previous experience with the pills.

So, when he heard Fang Lin mention Soul Search, the man felt instantaneous fear since the pain in the flesh was far less than the agony in the soul.

“This paper records a clandestine operation of Hidden Kill Hall, which can only be revealed after being coated with the juice of Boiled Grass,” the emaciated man said through clenched teeth.

“Is that so?” Fang Lin looked at the emaciated man and then at the white paper in his own hand.

“Why didn’t you tell me what was written on the white paper?” Fang Lin suddenly said.

The emaciated man’s face instantly stiffened, his eyes filled with deep astonishment, utterly unprepared for such a reaction from Fang Lin.

Fang Lin smiled and shook the white paper in his hand. “It seems this is indeed not a plain white paper, but it also doesn’t look like it contains any secrets. It must be your trump card to turn defeat into victory, right?”

Upon hearing this, the emaciated man’s heart sank completely, his expression becoming exceedingly ugly.

“You’re thinking too much. This paper indeed conceals a secret of my Hidden Kill Hall,” the emaciated man said, still holding on to a sliver of hope.

Fang Lin shook his head. “You are indeed very shrewd and patient; I was almost fooled by your trick.”

When he heard this, the emaciated man inwardly cursed in despair, so frustrated. He had waited for so long, nearly managing to turn the situation around to carve out a chance for survival, only to be foiled by Fang Lin in the end.

ps: Fourth update, stopping here for the day. I’m not in good form, need to adjust.

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