"I let you use jade, why don't you use it!"

Taihui was squeezed on the stairs by strong coercion, and he felt that many ribs in his chest were broken, and the whole chest cavity was hot and painful, but he didn't say a word.

"I'm asking you, I asked you to kill him with jade, why don't you use it!"

Even if he received such torture, Taihui did not say a word of begging for mercy and compromise, he endured it patiently, gritted his teeth, and did not say a word.

"I'm asking you, I asked you to cut that little monk's head with red jade, why don't you use it!"

The roar of rage was accompanied by the sound of the iron door being slammed open, and the door was slammed out by a fat ball with its body.

Taihui was pressed down the steps, and the horrific injuries and intense pain in his chest caused him to vomit several mouthfuls of blood. He struggled to raise his head and looked at the fat balls that had come out of the room, still not saying a word.

The strength of the fat ball is very strong, so strong that he has no ability to resist at all, but I don't know why, this fat ball is not as majestic as he imagined, but slightly embarrassed.

"I didn't expect you to become like this... The stage on the ground opened its only movable mouth in return.

What is this? Is it the degree of the man's fatness, or is it his demonic resurgence? Of course, none of this matters now!

Fat Ball's hideous face looked particularly terrifying in the faint light.

"Tell me, why!" asked Fat Ball, gritting his teeth.

"Why are you angry?" Taihui chuckled, "Is it because your orders were disobeyed, or because you didn't serve your purpose?"

Fat Ball listened to these two questions, and suddenly thought that in fact, the purpose had been achieved. So he suddenly didn't get so angry, so he took back the coercion that was pressing on Tai Hui.

"Hmph!" Fat Ball straightened his clothes from hitting the door, picked up the iron door from the ground, and slowly retreated into the house, finally putting the door in its original place. Tai Hui and Fat Ball didn't speak during the whole process, making Fat Ball's behavior seem so funny and ridiculous, like a turtle.

After all, Taihui's physique is a demon physique, so he healed very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, he was able to barely stand up, wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, and said to the people in the door: "Wang Wang, I have finished what you have explained, you can let my family go!"

What answered him was the long silence of the room.

"Wang Wang?"

"Don't call me by name!" a grumpy voice came from the room.

"I've already done two things you explained, and you should be able to let my family go!" Tai Hui's expression was calm, neither nervous nor frightened, he just stated a thing that he took for granted.

"One last thing," Wang Wang's calm voice sounded: "You finish the last thing, and they can leave!"

Tai Hui listened to this expected answer, and was not as surprised and angry as he imagined, but said calmly: "I want to listen to their voices first!"

There was silence for a moment, and then a boy was heard shouting, "Brother, brother!"

That's his younger brother, Taigui.

Taihui heard his brother's voice, and his heart suddenly became half steady: "Are your parents okay?"

"Brother, save me!"

"Okay, that's the end of the old story!" Wang Wang rudely interrupted the imminent warmth: "So you are willing to do the third thing!"

"Again and again, again and again, this is the third thing, I can help you do it, but please keep your promise!" Tai Hui, who was interrupted from the conversation, was not angry, and said calmly.

"The third thing is to send the head to Tantra. ”

There was no expected resistance, and Taihui agreed smoothly.

When the footsteps outside the door disappeared again, Wang Wang behind the door sat on the ground, holding the blind dog in his hand, staring at the blind dog and boasting: "Yes, it's really good to learn!"

Unlike Wang Wang, Tai Hui didn't have a clear idea of what Tantra was, and he didn't know what Wang Wang had done to Tantra a few months ago. He didn't have a fluke mentality, and he didn't think that he could survive by sending the head over.

But he had to do it, as the little monk said, he could choose what to do, but could he really choose?