Special methods had always been Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's way of interrogation when dealing with special people. Of course, this was a little like private torture, but when dealing with dark forces who liked to play tricks behind the scenes, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal didn't think this sort of interrogation method was a big deal at all.
There were times when Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal felt that cultivation didn't make everyone understand the big picture. Everyone was at the Soul Formation stage, but everyone had a different understanding of this realm. The biggest difference was that some people understood more as they lived, while others became more and more clueless …
It was very obvious that when the man heard that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had told Dharmaraja to use the godly thunder inheritance, he couldn't stop breaking out in a cold sweat like a waterfall.
The man looked at Dharmaraja in shock. "You're … a descendant of the Thunder clan?"
"That's right." Dharmaraja nodded.
The man from Immortal Mansion: "…"
He absolutely never thought that the person standing in front of him now, who looked like a wretched uncle in goggles, would actually be a descendant of the Thunder clan of the twelve ancient clans …
To be honest, when he had met Dharmaraja's eyes earlier, the man from Immortal Mansion had wondered for a split second whether this wretched uncle had acted in the role of a bus idiot or something like that.
Because his temperament was completely unlike that of a descendant of the famous Thunder clan; it was simply too different from what he had imagined! — Even if you couldn't use a hundred thousand volts, wouldn't the ideal person be a little fresh meat with a blond hedgehog's head, a body wreathed in electricity, and an eight-pack abs?!
The man from Immortal Mansion really couldn't suppress the wild urge to curse in his heart.
As it turned out, there were times when a person's dreams really could be shattered …
Sheep straddled the man's body. From this angle, she could clearly see the disappointment on the man's face after confirming that he was a descendant of the Thunder clan.
She noticed that the light in his eyes had dimmed considerably …
Furthermore, this time, Sheep clearly heard the man from the Immortal Mansion's heart shattering.
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"After all this time, it seems this person is a fan of yours?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal crossed his arms with a funny expression on his face.
Dharmaraja was flattered. "…" He actually had a fan?
"That's normal. He's the only descendant of the Thunder clan who can use spirit energy to activate the holy relic, the godly thunder inheritance. This should be considered a legend. The Thunder Clan had left behind quite a reputation in the past. " Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal pursed his lips and looked at Dharmaraja as he said, "If you continue to work as an electric welder for the Xiao family, you'll squander the last bit of your reputation."
Hearing this, Dharmaraja's face showed a blushing expression.
"A long time ago, our ancestors were indebted to the Thunder Clan. Therefore, us juniors have always attached great importance to the Thunder Clan. " The man on the ground gritted his teeth and said, "However, I will not easily give in just because the person standing in front of me is a descendant of the Thunder Clan …"
"You have quite a backbone."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sighed helplessly at the man on the ground.
Then, he waved his hand. "Never mind, there's no hurry with the interrogation. Let's eat first. Old Senior Wang's broccoli soup must not be missed! "
Dharmaraja was a little surprised. "Ah? Didn't you want me to blast him with the innate lightning? "
"In any case, she's a fan of yours. Can you do it?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal laughed.
Sure enough, Dharmaraja hesitated. Staring at the man on the ground, he thought carefully for a bit, and finally decided to drop the matter. Seeing Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's confident expression, he knew in his heart that the latter had most likely already thought of a countermeasure.
Dharmaraja had always felt that in this world where looks were everything, his fans were actually a rare species … It hadn't been easy for him to find one, so it was indeed necessary to take good care of him.
If he wasn't a fan, Dharmaraja would have already thought about electrocuting this person until he was medium rare or medium rare …
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During the meal, Father Wang and Lie Mengmeng didn't come downstairs, and were still discussing animatedly in the room. Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal directly served the food, and the man from Immortal Mansion was stupefied by his respectful manner.
Now that things had come to this, he already couldn't use common sense to think about the situation in this villa, because given the current situation, there didn't seem to be a single normal person here!
He clearly couldn't sense any fluctuations of spirit energy from the owner of this villa, but whether it was Great Death-Courting Senior or Lightning Dharmaraja, the descendant of the Thunder Clan, they were all extremely respectful to the owner of this villa, and even called him great senior.
The man deeply suspected that his ability to sense spirit energy was probably broken …
During the meal, the man from Immortal Mansion didn't stay idle. Although he was already tied up tightly, he was still thinking of ways to make small moves behind the scenes in an attempt to tip Immortal Mansion off.
After having a pleasant lunch with Mother Wang and Grandfather Wang, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal directly carried the man upstairs.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, who was nearly one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, used just one finger to hook the rope and lift the man up as if he were picking up a chicken. He threw the man into Wang Ling's bedroom and then continued with the interrogation.
Sitting on the edge of Wang Ling's bed, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal crossed his slender legs and stared lazily at the man in front of him. "Don't waste your energy, Sheep and the others already marked you when you came in. All the fluctuations of your magic artifacts and any communication signals will be cut off by this house, and you won't be able to connect to the outside world at all. "
"Eh? There's this kind of operation? "Dharmaraja was stunned again. Ever since he had come to the Wang family's villa, Dharmaraja had felt like a little fool, and was frightened every now and then.
He carefully checked his phone, and sure enough, found that its signal had been blocked. No wonder there hadn't been any calls since the beginning …
"I forgot to ask Sheep to set it up for you just now. The next time you come here, you won't be marked," Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal said as he looked at Dharmaraja.
"Then what about Senior Immortal?" Dharmaraja asked in return.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal said, "I'm a regular, so I've already set it up."
As he said this, Dharmaraja noticed that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was already lying on Ling Zhenren's bed, completely paralyzed. Furthermore, his elbow was pressing down on Jingke, who was next to the pillow … but Jingke actually didn't care at all! There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation!
Dharmaraja was speechless. This was more than just 'familiar' … this was' thoroughly familiar '!
This was Ling Zhenren's bed, pillow, and sword …
Even if he did it a hundred more times, Dharmaraja didn't think he would have the courage to lie down so openly and leisurely on Ling Zhenren's bed.
Dharmaraja gave Wang Ling's soft single bed a deep look, and subconsciously swallowed.
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