I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

"I didn't expect the Saint to be such a despicable person!"

In the secondary space of the screening area, Pokjie, who was seriously injured by Qingtian, pressed hard on the bleeding wound on his abdomen and leaned against the wall of the space with no way to retreat.

He didn't expect Qingtian to attack without warning, and the other party didn't even wait until all evidence of drug production in the underground city was collected.

"There are many unexpected things. I didn't expect Sora to be used by you." Qingtian said coldly, holding the dagger in his hand.

The failure of the communication ring made her alert to the bad intentions of the dungeon. After contacting what Pokjie had said to the administrator before, she figured out a lot of things.

The dungeon is an entertainment city with a large complex space structure. Anyone who can do this must be an expert in space.

Therefore, the "Sora" that Pokjie mentioned is most likely the Elder Sora of the Genshin Impact Selection Group.

And how could the Space Master be just a regional manager?

What Pokjie said before was a hint to the people in the dungeon... The interruption of communication proved that the dungeon had already responded.

In that case, let's all just fall out.

“Sora…”

Pokjie suddenly realized that Laurendel knew Sora and it was he who made the mistake.

Qingtian confirmed his guess by looking at his expression, "Since you have no sincerity in cooperating, I naturally don't need to hold back."

"You are the one who is insincere." Pokjie sneered, "Forcing me to take medicine, and continuing to investigate after reaching a cooperation agreement is not something a collaborator would do. You may have never thought of giving me a way out..."

"Who made you do so many evil things?" Qingtian put the tip of the sword against his throat. His pale and fragile skin turned bright red under the sharp edge of the sword.

"I will now give you a chance to tell me what banned drugs the dungeon master makes and how they are made."

Pokjie held the blade of the dagger tightly with his bloody hands and gritted his teeth and said, "Chance? A chance to keep the body intact?"

Qingtian, who was caught thinking, smiled awkwardly but politely, "That's fine if you think so. If you cooperate enough, I can let the Poke family live."

Family? What the hell is that...

Pokjie laughed, "I am a selfish person. Since you are unwilling to give me a way out, there is no need to inquire about those secrets."

"If you don't want to tell me, I can ask someone else. You are not the only one in the dungeon." Qingtian said.

Pokjie lowered his eyes. "If everyone knew about it, those medicines would not be exclusive to the dungeon. You know, people's mouths are the hardest to control."

Sunny looked thoughtful, and a few seconds later he suddenly laughed so hard that Pokjie felt cold all over.

"If you are the only one who knows... then if you die, will there be no more disgusting things in this world?"

In an instant, Pokjie's hair stood on end, and the shadow of death was approaching instantly.

He pushed hard against Qing Tian's hand, and the pain and the warmth and slipperiness of blood made him realize that the other party was not what he thought - he wanted to control the production and sale of banned drugs to gain benefits...

"Someone else knows! But he can't tell you!" Pokjie growled hoarsely at the critical moment.

Qingtian narrowed his eyes and stared at him. Two seconds later, he put down the dagger and said, "How can you be sure that Emil won't tell me?"

Pokjie wiped the wound on his neck, took a few deep breaths and said:

"Believe it or not, what I know is definitely worth my life. It's something that will affect Lan Ze. If you swear on the Soul Contract to spare my life, I will tell you everything."

Soul contract?

It is another form of oath constraint that is equivalent to the Goddess Oath, but it is more direct and effective.

Qingtian's eyes turned, "Including drugs, the dungeon, the Poke family, Emil, and the various little secrets of the power group behind you?"

Pokjie said coldly: "Yes, as you wish!"

After thinking for a while, Qingtian agreed to the deal.

"I hope you won't lie to me, or I'll destroy your soul."

She cut her arm with the sword, and the red blood flew into the air under the influence of psychic energy, while a drop of Pokjie's blood also rose into the air.

Two drops of blood gathered in the air, and Qingtian drew a soul contract rune in the air.

The rune glowed and wrapped around the drop of blood, breaking it down into golden-red spots.

Pokjie said in a deep voice: "I promise to tell the other party of the Soul Contract all the secrets I know about the dungeon, Emil, the Pok family, and the forces behind me. If I violate the contract, my soul will be exchanged."

Qingtian said slowly: "I promise that as long as the soul contract holder fulfills the contract, I will not harm his life. If he violates the contract, his soul will be exchanged for his life."

"The contract is effective."

"The contract is effective."

At this point, Pokjie finally breathed a sigh of relief. Qingtian's unpredictable personality caused him to make several mistakes in his predictions.

But thinking about it carefully, he felt like he had been fooled...

If the opponent really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't even need to draw his sword! He could even kill him with one strike.

So she was just acting, and her initial judgment was correct...

"You are really good at this, Viscount Loren. You went through so much trouble just to get me to talk. In fact, you have no intention of killing me at all."

Qingtian carefully wiped the bloody dagger with a handkerchief. Hearing this, he glanced at him and said, "It's meaningless to say these things now. Say what you need to say."

Pokjie suppressed his anger, looked down at the wound in his abdomen, and said weakly, "Aren't you going to stop the bleeding for me?"

Qingtian waved his hand and gave him two healing psychics, "Now you can talk in peace."

"nature."

"Long story short!"

"..."

Half an hour later, Qingtian ate a piece of bread and drank a glass of cold milk while listening to Pokjie reveal the secrets of the dungeon.

Bo Kejie was talking with a dry mouth, his lips were dark and cracked due to blood loss, and his face was blue. Seeing Qingtian so leisurely, he felt very depressed, "Have you always been so stable?"

Qingtian wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Not really, but maintaining physical strength is necessary."

Pokjie coughed twice and said with a stern face, "Can I have some water?"

Qingtian didn't answer, but picked up the trash and asked him with a smile, "Are you done?"

Can I eat only after I finish talking?

It’s really abominable!

Pokjie sat on the floor of the space and nodded expressionlessly, "I've told you everything I know."

"Okay, I'll be out now. You continue to rest." Qingtian said and suddenly disappeared into the secondary space...

"..."

Pokjie stared at the empty surroundings in amazement, and it took him a while to react.

Qingtian ran away, leaving him seriously injured!

Is she leaving herself to fend for herself in the secondary space?

Isn’t she afraid of backlash from the contracted soul?

Thinking about it again, Qingtian did not hurt him after they formed the bond...

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

Pokjie's sinister laughter echoed in the secondary space.

After laughing, he slowly stood up, emitting the aura of a demigod. The spiritual energy in his meridians surged, and the wounds on his abdomen and neck slowly healed.

"You are a liar, and I am not a fool..."

Pokjie knows a lot of secrets, some of which are true and some are false.

For example, the antidote for the special Sanling Pill, the most critical core is the blood antibodies produced by himself, which is a talent given to him by his special physique.

It is also because of this talent that he and Emil were able to monopolize most of Lanze's banned drugs...

After his body recovered a little, Pokjie tried to leave the secondary space. But unfortunately, this was a cage, a cage that even ordinary gods could not escape from.

"Damn it, Viscount Loren, we'll see!"