Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Not Such a Bad Feeling, Right?

Xia Wenjin wrote down the crimes of Ming Qing, Jue Zhou, and the other wicked monks, then let the women press their fingerprints, telling them that as long as they pressed their fingerprints and identified the people who had harmed them, they could go home.

The women, hearing they didn’t have to identify them in court, complied readily.

During the process of identifying people, understandably, some of the women who held deep hatred towards the bound monks scratched and bit them briefly, but the whole process was still quick.

After recording it down, the monks of the Ming Cheng Sect sent those women who were returning home away overnight.

Ming Xuan took the monks down the cliff to search for the remains of the murdered women, as confessed by Jue Zhou. If they could find them, it would not only be solid evidence of those wicked monks’ crimes, but also allow those poor women’s remains to be buried properly.

At this time, Jue Zhou was still howling and rolling in the room, but his screams had already diminished.

Xia Wenjin walked into the room, leaning slightly against the door, watching his tear- and mucus-streaked face. He had screamed so hard before that his throat was bleeding, and his once fierce gaze was gone, leaving only a weak, pleading look.

He didn’t even have the strength to roll anymore.

Ten thousand steel needles pierced his internal organs, ten thousand small knives carved at his heart, and such pain continued to torment him.

As a first-class martial artist, he understood well that there were no steel needles or small knives. It was the reverse flow of meridians within his body, clashing and colliding.

This Severing Meridian technique did not really sever the meridians; instead, it caused internal energy to become chaotic, explode, and rebel.

He couldn’t make a sound, only mouthed to Xia Wenjin: “Please, spare me…”

Xia Wenjin came over, tapped a few points on his body, and Jue Zhou suddenly went limp on the ground, his sweat having soaked his clothes long ago; now he looked as if he had been drenched, his bald head dripping wet.

He panted heavily, like a fish struggling to breathe after being caught on land.

Xia Wenjin smiled brightly and said, “How does it feel?”

Jue Zhou stared blankly at Xia Wenjin, as if seeing a ghost. The girl in front of him had a stunning appearance, clear eyes, and a sincere and harmless smile.

Damn sincere!

But could he believe any of this in front of him?

Jue Zhou dared not say anything, looking at Xia Wenjin, a rare hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

This first-class martial artist, vicious and malevolent, who took pleasure in torturing others, had harmed countless women, yet felt a rising panic in his heart before a young girl.

Xia Wenjin spoke earnestly, “Actually, your pain is nothing. Think about those women, don’t you think they suffered more?”

Jue Zhou made muffled sounds, unclear if he was agreeing or cursing.

Xia Wenjin continued in a sincere tone, “You must regret it very much now, right? You would be very willing to confess your crimes to the Government, wouldn’t you?”

Jue Zhou stared fixedly at Xia Wenjin; had he encountered a madwoman? If he hadn’t been ambushed previously, how could he have fallen into such a state? Confess his crimes to the Government? He’d confess to hell!

Xia Wenjin waited for a moment, seeing his eyes turn fierce again, shook her head and sighed, “Why are there always fools in this world who don’t cry until they see the coffin! It seems I was too lenient!”

With that, she moved her fingers, looking poised to apply the Severing Meridian technique again.

Jue Zhou was scared out of his wits and quickly said, “Yes, yes, yes…”

Despite his throat bleeding, it had been swollen to the point where he could barely utter a word, yet in his panic, he forced out several words, the sound grating like metal scraping on stone.

Xia Wenjin stayed her hand, confirming, “You agree to confess your crimes to the Government?”

Jue Zhou could no longer speak, nodding desperately with tears in his eyes.

Xia Wenjin patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, sharing her insight, “You see, you hate me but can do nothing, you want to kill me, to tear me to pieces, but you can only watch. You must have felt very happy and fulfilled when you tortured those women, feeling strong! How do you feel now?”

Jue Zhou was about to cry, he had felt happy before, but now it was his turn, how could he feel anything? Yet ironically, everything this damn girl said was exactly how he felt now.

He didn’t dare express his hatred, the pain he had endured earlier, he would never forget in his lifetime.

Xia Wenjin chuckled, “You must be thinking that once you’re at the Government, with the dirt you know, even if you tell the truth, those Court officials wouldn’t dare punish you, they’d most likely let you go. Moreover, you could still retract your confession, and by then, there’d be nothing I could do to you, right?”

Jue Zhou’s inner fear deepened, how did this girl know what he was thinking — was she a demon?

Xia Wenjin continued, “But don’t worry, if you don’t confess or retract your confession, the flavor you just enjoyed, I’ll let you enjoy it ten times, a hundred times over. You don’t have to worry about my ability to do so, I am indeed capable!”

Jue Zhou dared not say anything, of course, he couldn’t say anything, he only nodded continuously, showing he was too scared.

Xia Wenjin laughed, “That’s more like it!”

Then, she dragged Jue Zhou outside like a dead dog and threw him on the ground.

Cui Hua and the other five, seeing Jue Zhou, the mastermind here, hatred flared in their eyes like bloodlust, they growled low like mother lions and gritted their teeth, ready to rush over.

Xia Wenjin stopped them, saying, “Don’t worry, he can’t escape! If you bite him to death now, it would be too easy for him. Let him confess, and the law will punish him severely!”

Cui Hua and the five stopped.

Xia Wenjin told them, “Come with me, I have something to tell you!”

Cui Hua and the others looked at Xia Wenjin, but no one moved!

Xia Wenjin smiled, “You’re willing to stand up and testify, holding the mindset of certain death. You’re not afraid of death, so you’re naturally not afraid of anything else — are you afraid of me?”

She then walked first into the room where Jue Yuan had been kept.

Cui Hua and the others hesitated for a moment, then followed her inside.

Kong Chan nudged Huangfu Jingchen with his eyebrows and said, “What is she going to do?”

Huangfu Jingchen replied, “Probably to comfort them?”

Kong Chan curled his lips, “Are you an idiot? Can’t she comfort them here? Why go inside the room?”

Huangfu Jingchen glanced at him, “Now that Wenjin is dressed in women’s clothing, they must think Wenjin is a girl. By speaking to them as a woman, they’ll listen more easily! For Wenjin, it is already difficult enough, imagine how embarrassed she’d be if we all heard him!”

Kong Chan rolled his eyes again, “You’re just looking out for her!”

Huangfu Jingchen said seriously, “These girls are pitiful, they have already lost hope, haven’t you heard? They’re all holding the mindset of certain death. Wenjin certainly can’t bear to see them seeking death in the future. For him to make such a sacrifice, I can only admire!”

Kong Chan’s eyes shifted, suddenly saying, “Oh no, oh no, oh no!”

“What’s wrong?”

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