บท 237: Pleased

Hu, hu, hu… Pu Yang Bo’s breathing was really weak, but as a Transcendent, he managed to keep himself awake.

Zhi ya.

The gates of the torture chamber were pushed open, and a stooping old man walked in. As soon as he entered, he began chanting a curse. Soon, the seals on Pu Yang Bo’s skin began lighting up. Streams of black Qi were visible on the surface of these seals, and vague signs of a black skull appeared on them. Pu Yang Bo could not control himself as he shouted in agony.

"Ahhh, kill me! If you dare, just kill me! I won’t join you. Never! Kill me, ah, kill me!" Pu Yang Bo howled in grief as he cursed out his anger.

"I, as a mere servant, would never dare to kill such a great Transcendent." The stooping old man laughed. His voice sounded as if it were squeezed out from his throat—dry, rough, ear-piercing. "I am merely following orders!"

"Damn, damn."

Pu Yang Bo cursed out amidst his anguished wailing.