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

The poisonous insects, which had been temporarily silent due to the suppression of the silver needles, seemed to have received some kind of call and began to stir again.

It surged in Ji Mohan's body, bringing with it waves of indescribable strange feelings, making his face turn as pale as paper in an instant.

He Ronger stood aside, her eyes fixed on Ji Mohan who was struggling in pain on the ground.

He was seen clutching his neck tightly with both hands, as if trying to stifle the despair and pain that was welling up from the depths of his heart, but his body's reaction betrayed his will. He fell to the ground powerlessly, his limbs scratching at the air wildly, and every breath was accompanied by violent gasps and hoarse whimpers from his throat.

The sneer on her lips was particularly dazzling in the dim light, as if it was a silent mockery and provocation to Ji Mohan: "How about it? Now, how long can your will last? Tell me, is that secret really more important to you than life?"

Ji Mohan's eyes were wide open and bloodshot. He clenched his teeth, the muscles on his face twisted with force, and sweat and tears mixed together, blurring his vision.

It was not that he was unwilling to speak, but he knew very well that once he revealed the secret that was considered a taboo by the new Pavilion Master, he would be poisoned and die instantly.

It is a way of death that is more cruel than any torture. It makes people lose everything, including their lives, in extreme pain.

He felt mixed emotions, including an instinctive desire to survive and a commitment to loyalty and oath.

The orders of the new Pavilion Master were like iron laws that could not be disobeyed, and the presence of the poison made him feel like he was carrying invisible shackles, making every step extremely difficult.

"Huh, what a loyal dog."

Seeing this, He Ronger's tone became more disdainful and cold. She raised her eyelids slightly, her gaze was deep and complex, as if she was examining every subtle expression of Ji Mohan, trying to read more information from it.

However, all she saw was Ji Mohan's unwavering eyes and his persistence that never wavered even in despair.

Her eyes dimmed and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

It seems that the man in front of her is much more complicated and tougher than she imagined.

"Well, since you are so stubborn, I will give you some more time." He Ronger spoke slowly, with a hint of playfulness and anticipation in her tone, "But remember, if you fall into my hands, you will suffer every moment you live."

After saying that, she was about to take out another pill from her arms and feed it to Ji Mohan.

Unexpectedly, at this moment of tense confrontation and solemn atmosphere, Ying Qi, who had been silent on the side, suddenly shook, covered his chest with both hands, and his face was instantly filled with unbearable pain.

His body seemed to be hit by an invisible force and fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust.

This scene happened suddenly, shocking everyone present.

Seeing this, Xu Chong, who was standing next to Ying Qi, suddenly changed his expression. He quickly dropped everything in his hands, walked forward quickly, squatted down and tried to help Ying Qi up.

However, when he touched Ying Qi's body, his heart sank - Ying Qi's body was extremely cold, his face was as pale as paper, and his lips had lost their usual blood color, looking extremely terrifying.

What was even more frightening was that Ying Qi's eyes turned red again in pain, as if there was a raging fire burning in his eyes, revealing an ominous sign.

"Ying Qi! What...what's wrong with you?" Xu Chong's voice was obviously trembling and anxious.

He held Ying Qi's hand tightly, trying to use his strength to give the other party some comfort and support.

However, Ying Qi's body seemed to have lost all strength, and he could only lie helplessly on the cold ground, allowing the pain to rage on.

As Xu Chong's shout rang out, everyone who had been focusing on the confrontation between Ji Mohan and He Ronger came back to their senses and turned their eyes over here at the same time.

For a moment, the entire space seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and everyone's attention was focused on Ying Qi.

Seeing this, Zou Mubai immediately rushed over, squatted down without any hesitation, and gently placed his fingers on Ying Qi's pulse.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed an unprecedented solemnity.

As his fingers moved gently, a stream of weak and complex pulse information came into his mind, which made him secretly shocked - Ying Qi's condition was far more serious and complicated than he had imagined.

However, as time slowly passed, the longer Zou Mubai's pulse-taking fingers stayed on Ying Qi's wrist, the more his originally serious face lost color, and his brows were furrowed so tightly that they could almost pinch a fly to death.

His eyes gradually changed from initial scrutiny to depth, as if he was looking through Ying Qi's body and spying on some dark secret hidden deep in his soul.

The air around them seemed to freeze, making it hard to breathe.

"Senior Brother Zou, what happened to Ying Qi?" Fei Xiuwen's voice was filled with trembling and anxiety that were difficult to conceal.

He took a step forward, almost touching the corner of Zou Mubai's clothes, but stopped at the last moment, fearing that his actions would disturb him.

Zou Mubai did not directly respond to Fei Xiuwen's question. He stood up slowly, looking a little heavy.

His gaze passed through the crowd and finally fixed on Ji Mohan, who was curled up in pain and rolling around not far away.

There was both anger and anxiety in those deep eyes.

"The curse on Ying Qi," Zou Mubai's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "How to solve it?"

His words were full of unquestionable majesty, as if he was giving Ji Mohan a final ultimatum.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Ji Mohan, waiting for his answer.

However, Ji Mohan just groaned in pain with his eyes closed, as if he was completely immersed in his own pain and turned a deaf ear to all inquiries from the outside world.

Zou Mubai's eyes became more fierce, as if he had made some decision.

He knew that time was running out and Ying Qi's life was slipping away bit by bit. He had to find a way to lift the curse as soon as possible.

And the Ji Mohan in front of him may very well be the key to solving this mystery.

He walked quickly to Ji Mohan, bent down and grabbed his collar, then lifted him up with force.

Zou Mubai's face turned pale, and veins on his hands that were holding his collar were popping out from the force.

"Tell me how to remove the curse! I can spare your life if you tell me!"

Ji Mohan endured the pain and looked at Zou Mubai who was close to him, with a smug smile on his face.

"Want to save him? Haha, it's useless. The curse on him was cast with the blood of your junior sister. Your junior sister is long gone, and this curse cannot be broken!"