Apocalypse: Why did you provoke her? She's a cultivator.

Chapter 143 Devil
In the space filled with the stench of blood, a man in a black shirt was lashing a woman bound to an iron frame with a specially made leather whip.

The woman was already a bloody mess, barely breathing, and each lash caused her mangled body to convulse violently.

The man who committed the abuse was Wu Heshu.

As the last trace of warmth faded from Ye Qiumian's eyes, she turned around, a sharp burst of energy flashing from her fingertips.

Yu Zelun felt a chill on his neck and was about to scream when his head was severed from his body, and hot blood splattered all over the French windows behind him.

She didn't look at the corpse again, her figure flashing like a ghost towards the building.

The building at night resembles a lurking beast, every inch of steel and concrete exuding a cold, deathly stillness.

Ye Qiumian's figure glided along the shadow of the fire escape, her divine sense already locked onto the space on the third basement level that was sealed off by a heavy alloy door.

The closer you get, the stronger the stench of blood becomes, mixed with the pungent smell of disinfectant, creating a nauseating odor.

Two burly guards stood watch at the entrance to the dark room, machine guns tucked into their belts, their eyes scanning the corridor warily.

Before they could even see whether it was a gust of wind or a shadow that swept past them, a sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of their necks.

Then he collapsed silently in the corner, not even managing a groan.

Ye Qiumian raised her hand and pressed the combination lock on the alloy door. She released a little spiritual energy from her fingertips, and the complex electronic lock core emitted a faint hum, then clicked open.

Her movement as light as a feather pushed open the door was completely masked by the suppressed sobs that could be faintly heard from the dark room.

The sight inside the door caused Ye Qiumian's pupils to suddenly contract.

This is a dark room of about 100 square meters, with countless iron hooks nailed to the walls and various instruments of torture hanging there.

A barbed whip, a gleaming scalpel, restraints wrapped with electrical wires...

Bloodstained rags were piled up in the corner, and blackened bloodstains had congealed in the grout between the floor tiles.

On the wall directly opposite the door, a woman was tightly chained. Her clothes had been torn to shreds, and her exposed skin was covered with whip marks, burns, and cuts from sharp objects. Her flesh was so mangled that it was almost impossible to recognize her original appearance. Only the faint rise and fall of her chest proved that she was still alive.

Ye Qiumian's fingertips clenched instantly, her nails almost digging into her palms.

This Wu Heshu is simply a devil!

He probably sent people to arrest him just to turn him into a plaything like the one on the wall.

"Who?!"

A sharp sound rang out from the depths of the dark room.

Wu Heshu was facing away from the door, toying with a blood-stained dagger in his hand, when he heard the door open and suddenly turned around.

His face was still flushed with a sickly excitement. When he saw Ye Qiu Mian suddenly appear, he was first stunned, and then his anger at being disturbed surged up.

But before the anger could even rise to his brow, it was severed by an extremely fast silver light.

"Pfft-"

The crisp, tearing sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent, dark room.

Wu Heshu's head fell out of thin air, rolled a few times, and hit the corner of the wall. Hot blood spurted from his neck splattered red on half of the wall.

On that head, still bearing a look of astonishment, a pair of eyes, bloodshot from long-term abuse, stared wide open, filled with lingering fear and resentment.

The headless body swayed and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Ye Qiu Mian didn't even glance at the corpse. She strode to the wall and slashed the chains binding the woman. A wisp of gentle spiritual energy condensed at her fingertips and she gently pressed it against the woman's bloodied chest, infusing her with a bit of spiritual energy to keep her heart alive.

"Hold on," she whispered, her voice carrying a barely perceptible chill.

Ye Qiumian took out a bright white porcelain bottle from her storage space and poured out a pill the size of a pigeon egg.

As soon as the pill came into contact with the air, it emitted a refreshing herbal fragrance, seemingly diluting the surrounding stench of blood.

She carefully pried open the woman's chapped lips and inserted the healing pill.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and a warm, soothing current slid down the throat into the dantian, quickly spreading to the limbs and bones.

The woman's breath, which had been as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, gradually became steady. A trace of color returned to her pale face, and her tightly closed eyes slowly opened, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes filled with fear.

“Water…” Her voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

Ye Qiumian didn't say anything, but took out a bottle of water from her space and handed it over.

The woman took the bottle with trembling hands, tilted her head back and drank most of it. Only then did her chapped lips feel a little moisturized, and her breathing became much easier.

At this moment, Ye Qiumian took out a set of clean clothes from her spatial storage and threw them in front of her: "Put these on."

The clothes still felt warm from the sun, and the woman paused for a moment before realizing what was happening.

With her still trembling hands, she quickly untied the tattered restraints on her body and hurriedly put on her clothes.

The clothes didn't fit her perfectly, but they covered her exposed wounds and dispelled some of the shame and chill.

She straightened her clothes, her eyes filled with relief and gratitude at having survived a disaster as she looked at Ye Qiumian.

He bent his knees as if to kneel down, but was held up by a gentle force.

"Thank you... thank you so much for saving me, sir." She choked back tears, which mingled with the still-damp blood on her face and rolled down her cheeks. "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would be..."

She dared not say anything more; recalling the torment she had just endured, her body was still trembling uncontrollably.

"How did they capture you?" Ye Qiumian asked calmly.

"I was arrested this afternoon." The woman took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, her voice still trembling with fear. "My name is Lin Ya, and I work for Deputy Chief Mu Zhenzhong. I was ordered to come to Wu Heshu's place to investigate some matters, but I didn't expect to be targeted by Wu Heshu's men as soon as I arrived..."

When she said the name "Wu Heshu," her teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

His gaze swept over the headless corpse on the ground and the head rolling beside it, and a boundless hatred instantly ignited in his eyes.

"That beast!" Lin Ya suddenly raised her hand, and a dazzling golden light emanated from her palm.

Several sharp golden blades of energy appeared out of thin air, and with a few "whoosh" sounds, they accurately pierced Wu Heshu's corpse, instantly creating more than a dozen bloody holes.

As if she was still not satisfied, she unleashed several more energy blades until the corpse was mangled beyond recognition. Only then did she drop her arms, exhausted, her chest heaving violently, her eyes red-rimmed.

Only her heavy breathing could be heard in the dark room.

After venting her pent-up hatred, Lin Ya looked at Ye Qiu with pleading eyes: "Could you...could you take me to see Deputy Chief Mu Zhenzhong? I have important things to report to him, and...I'm afraid Wu Heshu's remaining forces are still around, and I won't be able to get out on my own."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiumian raised an eyebrow slightly.

Mu Zhenzhong and Li Hongbo came to see her tonight, trying to invite her to join their camp, but she refused.

Unexpectedly, the person they rescued turned out to be one of Mu Zhenzhong's men.

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