Awakening divorce, the little female is scrambled by all the big guys

Chapter 235 Finding a way to restore the puppet to normal.

"You don't need to make excuses. I still remember what you did to me."

Hearing Klein say this, the two males stopped pleading for them.

The pitiful expression on their faces immediately changed.

"Klein, it's all because of you."

"Why do we work so hard to mine, only to have it all go to you in the end?"

"They're only giving us a tiny bit of crystals, how is that enough?"

“It’s unfair. What’s unfair about it? You’re mining for me, but you don’t need to go out hunting. I prepare all your food and drink every day, and even your mates are ones I went to great lengths to find from other tribes.”

Klein stared at the two males with their faces contorted in anger, his own face flushed. Even when faced with the most infuriating things, he had never changed his expression.

Those two males are really something, managing to get him this angry.

"Alright, enough of that. Let's wake that Night Clan member up first." Ophelia tugged at Klein's arm, afraid he'd be driven mad by the two males.

She then instructed the male white tigers behind her, "Bring those two along."

Klein took a deep breath and carried the male member of the Night Clan towards the deepest part of the dungeon.

The deepest part of the dungeon was completely dark, with only a few air vents ensuring air circulation.

"Wake him up." Ophelia looked at the unconscious Night Clan member on the ground.

Although neither of the two males had ever drunk human blood, Klein still harbored deep hatred for the Night Clan.

He showed no mercy and stepped on the most painful parts of their bodies.

The two male members of the Night Clan were jolted awake by the pain.

"Ah."

"Who are you? Are you males from the White Tiger Clan? What do you want with us?"

A male of the Night Clan warily stared at Klein and Ophelia in front of him.

The other male of the Night Clan was still in a daze and seemed not to have reacted yet.

"We'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Just helping out? You're really that kind?" The male of the Night Clan remained skeptical.

"Or you can not tell me, I will try it myself, but I don't know if you can handle it."

Ophelia produced two plump, white garlic cloves from somewhere and played with them in her hands.

Upon seeing the abacus in her hand, the two male Dark Night Clan members wrinkled their noses and looked disgusted.

Ophelia casually tossed the garlic cloves in her hand at the two men, who dodged left and right, narrowly avoiding the two cloves.

"It's quite sensitive."

Ophelia waved, and the male behind her took out a leather bag. They opened the bag, revealing it full of garlic.

"I wonder if you can dodge all this garlic?" Ophelia winked mischievously.

The two male Dark Knights looked at her as if she were a demon, and the less intelligent one even began to tremble.

"What, what do you want us to do for you?"

"I'm very interested in how you turn people into puppets. Can you tell me how you do it?"

Upon hearing that Ophelia was referring to this matter, the expressions on the two males' faces immediately turned serious.

They all refused.

Even if you kill us, we won't tell you.

"Go ahead and kill us."

Seeing the two men looking like they were about to bravely face their doom, Ophelia smiled. "Do you think I can't kill you?" The males of the Night Clan have strong regenerative abilities; ordinary weapons simply can't kill them.

Ophelia took out a flashlight, turned it on, and shone it into the air above the dungeon.

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of the white light, the two male members of the Dark Night Clan trembled.

"You must have heard that I have weapons that can counter you, so killing you would be easy for me."

"I know you have never hurt anyone, which is why I am speaking to you politely now."

"If you don't cooperate, then I'll have no choice but to do it my way."

The two males remained silent, their hearts filled with the resolve to die.

Ophelia switched the flashlight in her hand to flash mode, and the white light bands appeared and disappeared intermittently in the dim dungeon, casting an eerie atmosphere over the dungeon.

"Let me tell you my method. I'll have you bite these two males first, and then I'll kill you. I guess that will remove the puppet restrictions on them."

When Ophelia first started speaking, the two males didn't react, but their expressions changed when they heard the last sentence.

Klein had been observing their expressions the whole time, and seeing their faces change, he roughly knew what Ophelia was saying and that it was close to the truth.

"Your Dark Night Clan has turned so many males of the White Tiger Clan into puppets. If that's the way you're going to do it, then if I want to turn them back into normal people, I'll have to kill every single one of your Dark Night Clan members."

"This is not good. Do you have any other solutions?" Ophelia's face was still smiling, but her words were chilling.

Ophelia didn't take any action after speaking, giving the two males time to slowly process and digest the information.

After waiting for ten minutes, a male member of the Dark Clan spoke.

"Okay, I'll tell you."

“Our Dark Night Clan is cursed, our bodies are filled with toxins. They were poisoned by us, which is why they have become puppets.”

"To detoxify them, we need the blood from our bodies."

Ophelia nodded; it turned out there really was a way to detoxify without killing someone.

"Is what you're saying true? I don't know. Could you give me a little poison to try?"

Now that Ophelia has guessed their secret, there's no point in them hiding it anymore.

"Bring me a bowl."

Ophelia was prepared. The male of the Night Clan took the bowl, and his fingers turned into claws. Soon, black liquid flowed from under his nails.

"Just this little bit is enough."

Ophelia nodded in satisfaction and instructed the male beside her, "Feed them this poison."

The two male White Tigers who had just been shouting turned pale with fright when they heard Ophelia say that.

They begged for mercy repeatedly. "Ophelia, please, we know we were wrong, please let us go."

"Chieftain, please speak to Ophelia and tell her not to do this." They had seen their companions turned into puppets and suffered a fate worse than death; they would rather die quickly.

"Yes, chieftain, you might as well kill us. We don't want to become like that."

"late."

Klein stepped forward first, grabbed a male by the chin, and poured most of the black liquid from the bowl into him.

The male of the White Tiger clan tried to spit out the poison, but his mouth was forcefully covered.

The other male was fertilized more easily.

Then the people in the dungeon watched them, and ten minutes later, their bodies changed, and they stood up from the ground in a twisted state.

Their faces were covered with blue veins, and only the whites of their eyes were visible.

"Now, give me another bowl of blood." Ophelia looked at the male who had just given her the poison with a smile.

The male trembled; how could he refuse?