The chain was tightly wound, and the spikes were sharp, causing waves of pain on her skin. The witch's face showed a look of fear, not daring to move a muscle.
"This is the silver hinge ring." Ning Xiaoxian sat down, lifted the large sea bowl on the table, and carefully examined it, "Every time you tell a lie, it will tighten once. Based on the strength of your skin and bones, just three times would be enough to completely cut off your head. Hmm, I'd advise you to cherish these three chances."
She pushed the sea bowl in front of the witch: "Now tell me, what exactly is this thing?"
There was still some reluctance in the witch's eyes, but the silver hinge ring emitted a subtle slithering sound, and a sharp spike suddenly protruded, pricking her neck and immediately drawing a drop of blood.
Knowing that this thing could truly take her life, she hurriedly spoke up, not daring to hesitate any longer.
