I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

He Ronger shook her head gently, her sigh seemed to be mixed with a bit of helplessness and confusion, "Don't be nervous yet, I haven't started asking questions yet, maybe you are willing to answer."

There was an innocent light in her clear yet deep eyes, as if she was surprised by the violent reaction of the man in front of her.

Her voice was soft and calm, but the words she said frightened the man in dark green clothes.

Instead of easing, the man's expression turned even paler, and beads of sweat covered his forehead, revealing his extreme inner struggle and fear.

His lips trembled as he tried to organize his words, but he could only squeeze out intermittently: "No... You, you are simply a devil, more terrible than any torture."

His eyes were filled with complex emotions, and fear overwhelmed him like a tide.

Resentment was like sharp thorns that pierced deeply into his heart.

He recalled his past actions. Although he believed that he was ruthless and showed no mercy to his enemies, in front of He Ronger, those so-called "methods" seemed so powerless.

He Ronger seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. There was a bit of compassion in that smile, as well as a bit of power that could not be ignored.

"Calm down first, let's start with some simple questions." He Ronger's smile became sweeter, "First, tell me your name?"

As she asked the first question, the man's body trembled violently.

He didn't intend to say a word, but it seemed as if there were dozens or even hundreds of worms crawling inside his body, causing him pain all over.

And just as he clenched his teeth, his mouth reacted faster than his brain and he almost blurted out: "Ji Mohan!"

He Ronger's lips curled up slightly.

It seems that her "truth talisman" worked.

However, Zou Mubai, Fei Xiuwen, and Ying Qi beside them all showed shocked expressions on their faces when they heard the name "Ji Mohan".

Xu Chong saw that they all had the same look of ashamed, and he became confused and asked, "Do you know him?"

Zou Mubai shook his head and explained: "I have heard of it, but I have never seen it."

Fei Xiuwen stared at Ji Mohan and looked him up and down, then asked in surprise, "Are you Ji Mohan, the killer who was famous throughout the spirit world?"

"I heard that Ji Mohan is the most powerful assassin in Mingxiu Pavilion, and he takes orders directly from the Pavilion Master of Mingxiu Pavilion, and he has never made mistakes in the tasks he has taken." Ying Qi showed a puzzled expression, "Why did they imprison me? And also took Si Yao away?"

At this moment, Zou Mubai's face suddenly became gloomy, as if dark clouds were covering the sun.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed on Ji Mohan, his tone was filled with disbelief and a hint of barely perceptible anger.

"Your Mingxiu Pavilion, the mysterious organization that was once glorious in the world, as far as I know, has disappeared hundreds of years ago and has become a vague legend in the history of the spiritual world. Why did you suddenly appear here? What secrets are hidden behind this?"

In the past ten years, he has awakened from his slumber, and with deep concern for his former fellow apprentices, he has traveled to every corner of the spiritual world, from the bustling fairy city to the desolate secret realm, just to pursue a possible clue.

During this process, he heard and witnessed the turbulent changes in the spiritual world, the rise and fall of sects, and the redivision of power maps. However, what shocked and puzzled him the most was the sudden disappearance of Mingxiu Pavilion.

Mingxiu Pavilion, this name was a taboo and awe in the hearts of countless creatures in the spiritual world thousands of years ago.

It is not just an organization, but also a legend, representing the ultimate art of assassination and unparalleled strength.

Every killer under his command is an elite who has undergone strict screening and brutal training. Their names shine brightly on the killer list. Every mission is executed perfectly like an art, and they have never failed.

However, such a seemingly indestructible behemoth suddenly disappeared into thin air like morning mist not long after he fell asleep, along with those dreaded killers, as if the entire Mingxiu Pavilion had never existed.

This sudden change not only caused an uproar in the spiritual world, but also became a mystery that Zou Mubai could not let go of.

At this moment, facing Ji Mohan's appearance, Zou Mubai's heart was filled with complex emotions.

He was eager to learn from Ji Mohan the reason why Mingxiu Pavilion got involved, but at the same time he also had deep doubts about Ji Mohan's identity.

When Ji Mohan heard Zou Mubai's sudden question, a complex emotion surged in his heart, including uneasiness about past secrets being touched and helplessness about his current situation.

He knew very well that this was not just a simple question, it was like a key, trying to open the door to memories that had been sealed by the years.

Although he resisted answering from the bottom of his heart, his physical condition at the moment was like a puppet that was not controlled by his own will and was unable to resist the pull of the outside world.

He tried hard to endure the severe pain surging in his body, which seemed to tear him apart. His face looked extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, and even his voice sounded extremely weak.

"A thousand years ago, our Pavilion Master was being hunted by a powerful enemy. In order to protect the disciples and heritage of the Pavilion from being destroyed, he had to make a difficult decision - to hide his whereabouts and make Mingxiu Pavilion disappear from the eyes of the world. Instead, he quietly accumulated strength in the dark and waited for the right time to revive."

When Fei Xiuwen heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he asked without thinking: "So, who exactly is your Pavilion Master?"

Faced with this pressing questioning, Ji Mohan's eyes instantly became cold and determined.

He pursed his lips tightly and clenched his teeth to prevent any words that might reveal confidential information from escaping his mouth.

Beads of sweat slid down his tense forehead, contrasting sharply with his pale skin, highlighting the tremendous pressure he was under at the moment.

The leader of Mingxiu Pavilion is not only their leader, but also the god of faith and patron saint in their hearts. His identity and whereabouts are the highest secrets in the pavilion and no leakage is allowed.

He Ronger kept her eyes on Ji Mohan, and seeing that he was trying hard to restrain himself from speaking, she guessed what he was thinking.

She took light steps, neither fast nor slow, as if every step was in the rhythm of time, and finally stopped in front of Ji Mohan.

Without saying too much, she just raised her hand lightly and took out a pill as black as the night sky from her sleeve.

The pill had a smooth surface and seemed inconspicuous, but the moment it was taken out, it released a strange fragrance. The fragrance was fresh and unique, and instantly filled the entire space, invigorating people's spirits, as if even the air was filled with restless power.