When it comes to Zhen Lingling, Gui Shutao doesn't utter a single word.
Even when faced with the threat of death, she won't reveal a single thing.
Despite the commotion inside the house, not a single person comes in from outside.
No one comes to check on the situation either.
Is it a restriction?
Or some kind of spiritual limitation?
Mo Lin furrows his brows in thought.
"Sir, even if you kill me, I can't tell you anything about Zhen Lingling," Gui Shutao says slowly, her head lowered, blood at the corner of her mouth, addressing Mo Lin.
Seeing Mo Lin remain silent, Gui Shutao uses her right hand to remove her top, placing her left leg on Mo Lin's lap, softly tempting him.
"I can do other things for you."
Saying this, Gui Shutao wriggles her waist, trying to seduce Mo Lin.
"Soul Refinement," Mo Lin suddenly exclaims as he thinks of something.
"I'll turn you into a ghost; that way, I'll learn what I want to know," Mo Lin mutters to himself.
