Yang Tianyun was very reluctant, but with Fu Qingping's hand firmly grasping him, he couldn't resist in the slightest. Even his jaw was dislocated, and he completely stopped resisting, fearing that if he angered this old man, he might be killed in an instant, dying unjustly.
Fu Qingping grabbed Yang Tianyun with one hand and Ye Qing's arm with the other, and said to Yang Tianyun in a deep voice, "I'll ask you again, are there any traps in this manor? If you don't tell me, when we encounter a trap later, I'll throw you out first, letting you die by the trap!"
"Re... really no traps..." Yang Tianyun replied tremblingly, "I've been here many times, and there are no traps in this manor."
"Good," Fu Qingping responded coldly. "I don't care if you're telling the truth or lying; losing your life is the real issue!"
After saying that, Fu Qingping, holding the two men, suddenly leaped from behind the giant rock and began sprinting towards the manor from the direction of the rear mountain.
