"You!" Deacon Yu's legs clamped together, his face turning green.
Xu Shu had picked someone with a fat head this time, a head one size larger than the person before. If that head had made it in, he surely couldn't have withstood it.
The member of the White Emperor Army he held was screaming frantically, struggling: "Boss, save me! Boss, save me I don't want to die ahhhh!"
However, no amount of arm twisting could surpass the strength of a thigh, and with his strength, how could he possibly compare to Xu Shu?
Xu Shu pushed with his hand, aiming the guy's head towards Deacon Yu to make him a new ghost beneath Deacon Yu's crotch.
"Hold on, I'll confess everything!" Deacon Yu said.
"That's more like it," Xu Shu dropped the White Emperor Army member, who seemed as if his soul had fled in terror.
He took paper and pen and wrote quite formally:
