At this time, Heavenly Mountain Tonglao was even younger than the last time he saw her. She looked like she was a lost child.
"Who are you in Vulture Palace?" Murong Fu came before the little girl and looked down at her.
"Ah, ah, ah …" The little girl covered her face and cried, not answering him.
"Huh?" A trace of suspicion flashed through Murong Fu's mind. Why does this voice sound so mute? But he was worried that she was pretending. He continued asking, "Little girl, don't be afraid. What's your name?"
The little girl put down her hands and blinked her big eyes. A few drops of tears hung on her long eyelashes. She looked so pitiful.
But she still did not answer. Boss Wu panicked. They risked their lives to bring back a useless piece of trash. How embarrassing. He rushed over and shouted, "Don't pretend to be mute!"
What answered him was still the little girl's cries.
Boss Wu flew into a rage out of humiliation. He rushed forward and grabbed the little girl's shoulder with his plier-like hands. He squeezed hard, trying to make her speak under the pain.
The little girl was in so much pain that her tears kept falling, but she still kept making "ah, ah, ah" sounds.
Song QingShu couldn't help but admire Heaven Mountain Tonglao's acting skills. She was obviously a hot-tempered person, but when she pretended to be a weak little girl, she was actually able to imitate it to perfection. However, she was probably already suppressing a towering rage in her heart, and once she recovered her powers, this Boss Wu would definitely die a horrible death.
Daoist Buping also spoke, "Even if you can't speak, you can still write."
Hearing his words, someone had already prepared a pen and paper and placed it in front of the little girl. Daoist Buping squatted down and said in a pleasant tone, "Little girl, don't be afraid. Just write down everything you know, and we will let you go."
Murong Fu, who was standing at the side, curled his lips. These people were so afraid of Vulture Palace and Heaven Mountain Tonglao, and this little girl was from Vulture Palace. How would they dare to let her go? Words like this could only deceive a little girl.
However, although he had seen through it, he had no intention to expose it. Firstly, he was now in the same boat with these Island Masters and Cave Masters, and secondly, those who wanted to achieve great things did not bother with trifles. As long as he could restore Great Yan to its former glory, sacrificing a little girl was nothing.
Puzzled, the little girl picked up the pen and began to write on the paper. The people around her were delighted. Although they could not speak, they could write and take the opportunity to find out more about the Vulture Palace.
One by one, they craned their necks to look at the paper. But soon after, they burst into laughter. It turned out that the little girl was crooked and didn't write any words. Instead, she made a mess of an ox's nose. Thinking of Taoist Buping's identity, she was clearly scolding him.
"Bastard!" Taoist Buping was so angry that he directly took off his smiling mask and swept the horsetail whisk in his hand directly at the girl's face. If the whisk hit the girl, her brain would probably burst open and she would die.
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. Of course, he did not want to see Heavenly Mountain Maiden die in front of him. Just as he was about to help, he realized that Murong Fu had pulled the little girl behind him. So, he gave up on the idea.
"Prince Murong, what is the meaning of this?" Taoist Buping stared at Murong Fu with an unfriendly expression.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Please calm down, Taoist Buping. She is just a little girl, how could she write? At most, she knows some graffiti. I don't think she meant to offend you. Besides, it was not easy to capture a captive from Vulture Palace. It would be a pity to kill her just like that."
The surrounding people nodded one after another, each one of them praised, "Murong Gongzi is right." "Gongzi is right."
Taoist Buping had calmed down by now. He nodded and said, "I was too impulsive just now. But, I can see that this little girl is very evil. She might not be mute."
"Why don't we try again?" Big Brother Wu's suggestion was quickly echoed by the people around him.
"As the saying goes, water and fire are merciless. Why don't we try with fire?" Murong Fu said.
Hearing his words, everyone turned to look at him. This pretty boy looks like a gentleman, but when he wants to be ruthless, he can be so damn ruthless.
The little girl turned around and looked at him deeply. But very quickly, she returned to her panicked crying state.
Soon, someone brought a torch. Big Brother Wu slapped the man and said, "This little girl is so small. Why are you holding such a thick stick? Are you trying to poke a hole in her? Give me a thin twig. "
Only then did the man hurriedly bring over a small burning twig. Duanmu Yuan took the twig and approached the little girl with a sinister smile. "Little girl, I don't care if you are pretending to be mute or not. If I poke you, your soft and tender skin will be damaged. In order to lessen the pain, you better speak obediently."
"Ah, ah, ah …" The little girl's mouth was wide open. Her eyes were filled with fear, but she could only make these meaningless sounds.
"Then don't blame uncle for being ruthless." In order to let her experience the torment of fear, Duanmu Yuan purposely lowered his hand and poked her body bit by bit.
Seeing that the burning red twig was about to poke her body, a strange look flashed across the little girl's eyes. As a girl, she did not care. But it was a pity that she had lost all her skills. Although she could take Duanmu Yuan's life with her experience and techniques, coupled with the fact that the other party was unprepared, there were so many people around. If she made a move, it would mean that everything would be over.
But if she did not make a move and her skin was damaged … Heaven Mountain Maiden bit her lip and fell into a dilemma.
At this moment, Duanmu Yuan suddenly fell to the ground without a sound. The people around him were confused. "Cave Master Duanmu, what are you doing?"
Someone ran over and shook his body. Suddenly, he fell to the ground with a face full of shock. "Cave Master Duanmu is dead!"
"What?" Murong Fu, Big Brother Wu, and Taoist Injustice were all shocked. One by one, they rushed over to check. But no matter how they looked, they could not find the cause of his death.
"Could it be that Heaven Mountain Maiden is here?" No one knew who said this, but everyone present felt their hair stand on end. They all took out their weapons and looked around.
"Where is Heaven Mountain Maiden?"
"Did you see anything?"
"I didn't see anything."
…
Seeing the group of self-proclaimed heroes shivering in fear, Murong Fu secretly despised them. He took a step forward and cupped his hands toward the night sky, saying, "I'm Murong Fu of Gusu. If Grandma Tong is here, please come out and meet me. I'd like to have a taste of Old Madam's unparalleled divine power." He knew that Heaven Mountain Maiden had most likely lost her skills and was hiding in some secret place to cultivate. Why would she appear here? Hence, his words were powerful and resonant. Coupled with his handsome appearance, the aura he exuded was rather admirable.
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