Full-Time Magister: The Strongest Summoned Beast is Actually Myself

Chapter 118, Section 118: Interrogation

A golden light transformed into a long whip, shooting out from between his fingers and precisely wrapping around Xie Sang's ankle.

"boom--!"

Xie Sang staggered and crashed face-first to the ground, his teeth flying out along with flesh and blood. The golden whip lashed back sharply, dragging him back like a tattered sack, splattering dust and blood onto the ground.

Chen Hao didn't move. Xie Sang was dragged to his feet, half of her face was already a bloody mess, but she didn't even dare to scream.

Mo Fan frowned, but ultimately remained silent.

He knew Chen Hao wasn't that kind of person; he must have information that Chen Hao didn't know.

"Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson." Chen Hao grabbed Xie Sang by the hair and dragged her toward a house. Most of the surrounding villagers had angry eyes, but dared not make a sound.

"Stop!!!" Su Xiaolu shouted angrily. "Who are you? What right do you have to treat the village chief like this?"

"Shut up!" Chen Hao glanced at her and instantly used his mental power to control her brain.

Su Xiaoluo rolled her eyes and fainted. She hadn't used this move in a long time, but Chen Hao still remembered it. It had no drawbacks except that it was too mentally taxing.

"You... what did you do to her? Xiao Luo... Xiao Luo..." Zhang Xiaohou wanted to say something, but Mo Fan stepped forward to stop him.

With this precedent set, no one dared to be presumptuous anymore. This is the proper attitude ordinary people should have when facing a mage!
Chen Hao dragged Xie Sang, whose legs were trembling, into the house. What followed was somewhat violent and bloody, and was not suitable for viewing.

Not long after, a shrill and desperate scream came from inside the house, like the cry of a night owl piercing the night sky.

The entire village was completely silent.

No one dared to approach the house. Even the villagers who had been burning with anger just moments before could only lower their heads and remain silent. Some clenched their fists, some buried their heads in their hands and wept, but no one dared to shout again.

Outside, Zhang Xiaohou huddled in a corner, tightly embracing Su Xiaoluo's body. Mo Fan stood to the side, his face gloomy, saying nothing.

Only Fang Gu, who was bound, looked at this scene with a look of pleasure in his eyes.

About ten minutes later, the door creaked open.

Chen Hao came out, his expression still calm, with some charred marks on his sleeves, as if something had just been burned.

Xie Sang was dragged out by her hair, her previous composure and stubbornness completely gone. Her face was deathly pale, her body covered in wounds, and she kept muttering, "I told you, I told you, don't burn it. I had Xiao Di steal the well water in Yangyang Village, and it was all used to exchange for cultivation resources for Hong Jun."

Hong Jun's face turned deathly pale instantly. He never expected his father to betray him. The next second, he suddenly turned around and ran away, trying to escape!

"Oh!"

A chain of light descended from the sky, binding him like a dead snake and slamming him to the ground.

Chen Hao strode over, his voice icy:

"I've suspected something's off about you for a while now. Tell me, where's the Kunjing water? Who did you give it to? Who are you working for? Is the disappearance of the Xihong Squad related to you?"

Hong Jun's face was pressed against the ground, his entire face was distorted from the impact, and blood kept seeping from between his teeth, but he clenched his teeth tightly and refused to say a word.

"Still being stubborn?" Chen Hao raised an eyebrow, his voice turning colder. "It seems your crime is even more serious than your father's. But you have no choice in front of me."

Not long after, another piercing scream echoed from inside the room. Unlike the previous interrogation, Chen Hao had skipped the interrogation process this time, resorting to pure torture—

No need for platitudes, just start acting.

After all, he had already come with the answer. Even if Hong Jun gritted his teeth and went all the way, he would personally expose Hei Jue Ting's identity.

Chen Hao hadn't expected that this guy was even more easily frightened than he'd imagined. The moment the fire snake got close to his anus, Hong Jun was so scared that he wet himself and tearfully confessed everything.

At this point, the clues about Black Jueting were completely revealed.

Zhang Xiaohou finally dropped his pretense, silently walking to Chen Hao and Mo Fan's side amidst Su Xiaoluo's disappointed gaze, his attitude clear. Before leaving, Chen Hao stood at the village entrance, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, his tone calm yet cold:

"Let me give you a piece of advice: Hei Jue Ting has his eye on your Kunjing water. This place is no longer safe. If you want to live, come with us."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell silent.

Previously, they naively believed that as long as they hid deep within the Land of the Dead, they could escape the war. But after witnessing Chen Hao crush the undead with light magic and defeat the village chief and his son with mental magic, coupled with his oppressive attitude, they suddenly realized—

The terror of a sorcerer is no less than that of the undead.

If this young man is this ruthless, what will Hei Jue Ting be like?

Cannibalism? Soul refining? Draining the water from their Kun Well, leaving not even bones behind?

This once again proves that, when it comes to human nature, a threat is more effective than sincere advice. The several hundred people quickly reached a consensus and chose to follow Chen Hao and his group to the ancient capital for refuge.

Even the few stubborn old men who remained defiant fell silent under the resolute gazes of the crowd.

Since the water from the Kun Well will also be taken away, no one would be foolish enough to leave their lifeline here and hand it over to Hei Jue Ting.

……

Land of the Dead.

As soon as it was light, a long procession appeared at the entrance of Huacun.

Chen Hao rode on his ox-horse, sitting comfortably on the saddle, while the villagers followed behind him like a group of ancient refugees, forming a long line.

Chen Hao didn't care at all whether they lived or died.

Only Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou were there, anxiously guarding the area from all sides, fearing that something might happen.

Fortunately, the undead will not harm those who have been drinking the water from the Kun Well for many years. This effect is better than that of gray garlic, and it will not disappear in a short time.

He stored the water from the Kun Well in a storage bottle. This was something he couldn't keep for himself; he couldn't take it for either public or private reasons. He would have to hand it over eventually.

Since it concerns the Black Jueting, the staff won't be offering much assistance.

As night falls, the spirits of the dead begin to wander.

After a long journey, the villagers were exhausted, their steps faltering and their faces pale. However, they were still halfway to the ancient capital, requiring at least another full day.

The surroundings were filled with an aura of death. Rotting corpses, skeletons, and evil spirits silently crawled out from the ground, wandering aimlessly, their hideous faces searching for any sign of life.

Just then, an unexpected event occurred.

The torrential rain poured down without warning, as if the sky had been torn apart. Thunder rumbled across the horizon, and large raindrops pounded the ground, splashing up white mist. Mixed with the biting cold wind, it felt like a knife cutting into the skin.

This desolate area was already exposed to the elements, and now the torrential rain threw the entire team into chaos.

"Ahhh, the rain is too heavy! Run!"

"My child is still behind—"

"The smell of gray garlic... is gone!!"

Amidst the gasps of alarm, the villagers were thrown into disarray.

"Everyone, run! Get down to the foot of that mountain!!!" Chen Hao roared, his voice like thunder.

(End of this chapter)