My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 142: Interrogation

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Interrogation

Wang Zijia, brushing aside his doubts, arrived at the courtyard he had rented. At this moment, his cave mansion and courtyard had transformed into a paper house, with two red lanterns hung at the entrance, as if it were a spirit house, waiting for his return.

Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment, ultimately deciding to enter the house. After all, there was nothing normal in this place, and it was a better option to live in a spirit house rather than wandering the streets where he could encounter a variety of strange individuals and risk breaking the market square rules and being arrested.

"Bang!"

As Wang Zijia closed the door, a crisp sound that did not correspond with a paper house, completely blocked out the mysterious atmosphere of the outside world.

"Whew....."

After inspecting his surroundings and finding that the inside of the room was no different from the daytime, that everything was as real as can be, Wang Zijia let out a long sigh of relief.

After calming his racing heart, Wang Zijia looked at Number Two, whom he had successfully demon seeded.

At the moment, Number Two was still appearing foolish, seemingly clueless to his surroundings. A blood-red crystal, similar to a droplet of blood, hovered above his head, emitting a faint red light that enveloped his whole body.

The crystal didn’t appear to be for defense, but for an unknown reason, it had a certain obstructing effect, hence their initial identity setting seemed to take longer.

A slight shift in consciousness and the red copper weight brought Wang Zijia into the other’s chaotic sea of knowledge.

As the radiance of the red copper counterweight illuminated the chaos, numerous weights began to emerge. A prominent, pinkie-sized, bloody counterweight caught Wang Zijia’s eye.

Weight: Eerie Curse

Status: Polluting

Value: 34

Description: The eerie qi invades the numerical sins, silently transforming people into members of the bewitching domain, bestowing them with identities, trapping them eternally in a story, endlessly reincarnating.

Note: The eerie qi is strange, unlike the making of bewitched sinners, it carries traces of human refinement, please be aware.

As he looked at the Eerie Counterweight, Wang Zijia paused for a moment, his eyes lingering on the note for a long time.

Was this Hundred Demon Bewitching Domain a human construct?

His thoughts were changing, his expression indecisive for a long while, but he found no answer.

Eventually, Wang Zijia could only put his doubts aside for the time being, and began to inspect the information of the various weights in detail.

Due to his previous experience in Wanyu Immortal City, where the interrogated individual detonated, he was exceptionally meticulous.

However, he had never seen a similar weight before, and he didn’t even know what kind of weight he was looking for. Thus, Wang Zijia only went over the larger weights first, and after finding no issues, he began sieving through the numerous light spots.

Fortunately, he was in a state of consciousness at this moment, with thoughts flashing extremely quickly. Otherwise, if he really had to inspect these light spot weights one by one with his naked eye, Wang Zijia didn’t know how much time it would take.

Half an hour later, when Wang Zijia had inspected more than half of the light spot weights, he singled out a black iron light spot.

Weight: Devil’s Oath

Status: Under Inspection

Value: 0.01

Description: A restraint left by the Demon Sect’s Bone Soul for its disciples. In order to increase the concealment and success rate of infiltration of its disciples, this method hardly has any power, it is just an anchor of detection. When a violation of the restraint is detected, power would be transmitted through this anchor.

You aren’t the plucking a feather, are you, young man? With these three anchors, do you have the guts to fish?

Seeing this weight, Wang Zijia’s eyes lit up. He raised his hand and converted this weight and the Eerie Counterweight into his own cultivation together.

After finishing all of this, Wang Zijia flashed out of the other’s Chaotic Sea of Knowledge.

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Back in the real world, after regaining his senses, Wang Zijia looked towards Number Two with indifference.

A few moments later, Number Two also slowly snapped out of his daze.

He looked confused for a moment, then, instinctively, his entire body tensed up, warily eyeing his surroundings.

The brightly lit room, the cave mansion’s Cultivation Room, and Wang Zijia who sat at the desk, watching him with indifference, all of these pulled him back to reality.

"Senior Brother, what is going on?" Number Two tensed up, looking at Wang Zijia.

At this point, Wang Zijia didn’t need to continue playing along with him. He gazed coolly at him, and said, "Tell me about your identity, information about the Bloodline, and so on."

"Huh?" Number Two was startled for a moment, then his eyes turned cold, "Ninth Senior Brother, what do you mean by this?"

Wang Zijia stretched out a hand nonchalantly and snapped his fingers.

"Snap!"

With a soft sound, a faint magical power fluctuation spread out.

Seeing this, the fully alert Number Two was about to fight back. But the next moment, his face dramatically changed, twisted in agony, and he let out a horrifying scream.

"Ah······"

However, the sound was confined within a small area due to the Concealing Array Method and could not spread out at all.

In the beginning, Number Two tried his best to endure, but the soul-tearing mind damage, like the agonizing pain of flesh being scraped from bone, wave after wave like a tsunami, overpowered him very quickly.

Number Two could never imagine that there was a more terrifying method of torture in the world than Dark Hall Interrogation Training.

At this moment, he felt like he was a piece of clay being kneaded by a gigantic hand, especially his consciousness, which was undergoing the ultimate form of torture.

All the defense lines established from the various trainings he had gone through over the years shattered instantly like paper.

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk, Senior Brother, Sir, Grandpa, I’m willing to say anything!" In the end, Number Two roared out his words in a near-scream.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia snapped his fingers again, leisurely sitting at the desk, drinking the tea that he just took out from his Storage Bag, watching him indifferently.

"Huff······inhale······"

Number Two, drenched in sweat, lay on the ground like a wad of mud, panting heavily. It took him a while to catch his breath.

"You’d better not have any ill-intentions. In your current state, without my permission, you can’t even self-destruct under my eyes." At this moment, Wang Zijia finally said something that sounded both like a warning and a threat.

Number Two, rotting on the ground, trembled all over, his face full of fear, a flash of cold light in his eyes.

"Ninth Sen······Senior, what would you like to ask?" Number Two, seemingly accepting his fate, lay on the ground and softly asked.

"First, talk about the Blood Hidden Group and your own situation." Wang Zijia said indifferently.

Upon hearing these words, a cold light flashed in Number Two’s eyes once again, then he began to speak, "Our group is newly established, not even a hundred years old, and was set up by the current Deputy Master of the Essence Blood Vein······"

Upon saying these words, Number Two paused all of a sudden, subconsciously looking at his non-responsive body, a puzzled look on his face.

"Heh, are you wondering why you’re still alive and why the Devil’s Oath hasn’t taken effect?" Wang Zijia could tell from Number Two’s words that he was heading straight to the Big Shot, and looking at his expression, sneeringly said.