The patrol captain opened his mouth wide and made a "gurgling" sound in his throat, but could not speak.
Judging from his purple face and rolled eyes, it was obvious that he was about to be strangled to death by Su Lingfeng, and how could he answer her questions.
Seeing this, Su Lingfeng couldn't help but loosen the strength in his hands, and the patrol leader suddenly gasped for air.
"Answer my question! Where does the coach live?" Su Lingfeng asked repeatedly in a somewhat impatient tone.
"I...I don't know..." the patrol leader said weakly.
When Su Lingfeng heard this, his eyes suddenly narrowed, glowing with a dangerous cold light, "You want to die? I can help you..."
Kill him, or at worst catch another one!
"S-Sir... I really don't know..."
Of course Su Lingfeng would not believe what he said, but she was too lazy to waste any more words. The strength in her hand was slowly tightening, very slowly. She was not in a hurry to strangle him to death. She just wanted him to enjoy this.
A process of slow death.
Mo Wenchen hugged his shoulders and watched leisurely. Even though Su Lingfeng looked like an evil life-seeking Shura at the moment, he still found it very cute.
"I...I...said..." The patrol leader finally couldn't help but give in.
This feeling of suffocating to death was too painful. If Su Lingfeng gave him a happy life, maybe he would throw himself into the arms of Hades with the secret he knew, but he had to accept this slowly suffocating and dying feeling.
Surrender to the feeling of death, even if you exchange those secrets for a happy death...
Su Lingfeng relaxed her grip and said, "Tell me."
"In...in the southeast corner...the most...most remote courtyard...called Shanghuayuan..." the patrol leader said while breathing.
After getting the answer, Su Lingfeng was not in a hurry to kill him, but asked again: "What's going on with those puppet soldiers?"
"I...I'm not sure...I heard...I heard it seemed like...I took some potion to increase my strength!"
When the patrol leader said this, his eyes showed a look of great fear and pain.
At the beginning, the soldiers took the mysterious potion and their strength suddenly increased greatly. Even the captains and company commanders who led the team were no match for those soldiers.
At that time, he was very envious and jealous of those soldiers, and was even afraid that they would take his position.
He knew that many generals were just like him, and they were very dissatisfied with their superiors. They didn't understand why such good food was only given to ordinary soldiers, but they, the captains and generals, had no share?
But a month after those soldiers took the potion, he no longer envied these soldiers! He still felt deeply afraid!
Those soldiers have lost their ability to think for themselves and turned into a group of walking zombies! No, they are a group of mindless killing tools!
Facing these dehumanized subordinates and these brothers who have experienced life and death, many people feel very frightened, sad, desperate and powerless in their hearts.
They are unable to save those soldiers, those former brothers, and they are always worried about when they will become one of those puppet soldiers.
Some people couldn't bear to face these thoughtless and inhumane soldiers every day and wanted to leave the army. However, the two generals who escaped first were captured that day and made into more powerful puppet soldiers!
After that, no one dared to escape again!
And the generals at the highest level are the coach's confidants, so naturally no one will leave...
"Potion?" Su Lingfeng looked at Mo Wenchen inquiringly.
"I guess it must be some taboo item of the God Clan. I don't know exactly what it is. There is no record of it in the books left by Mother." Mo Wenchen said.
In the eyes of Su Lingfeng and Mo Wenchen, the patrol leader they caught was almost dead, so there was nothing they couldn't say in front of him.
Gods?!
After catching this keyword, the patrol leader's eyes widened! What kind of "gods"??, isn't he having auditory hallucinations?
"How did you come to Donglin Continent?" Su Lingfeng looked at the patrol leader and continued to ask.
"Hmm...?" Su Lingfeng's eyes narrowed dangerously again.
"I, I really don't know! At that time, we didn't take medicine... All the leaders and generals were blindfolded. We just... walked forward... for a while, and uncovered...
...When I was blindfolded, I...inexplicably came to...Eastern Continent..." He had been pinched by Su Lingfeng before, his throat was burning and hurting, and his voice was very hoarse and intermittent.
It seems that this patrol leader only knows this much.
Su Lingfeng didn't ask any more questions. She pinched his neck hard, crushed his throat, gave him a good blow, then picked up the body and threw it into the lotus pond.
These Ankelia soldiers were not wrong. It was the battlefield that made them stand on the opposite side. She did not hate them, but she had to kill them!
Su Lingfeng and Mo Wenchen came to Shanghuayuan in the southeast corner that the patrol leader had mentioned. It was indeed very remote. Maybe in the past, this was the small courtyard where debris was piled up in the city lord's mansion.
And now, this small and remote courtyard is actually where the coach of Ankelia lives??
In addition, there are no patrols or open sentinels around the yard. However, with the strength of Mo Wenchen and Su Lingfeng, it is not difficult to find that there are the most hidden sentries here!
It seems that this coach is very afraid of death...
Su Lingfeng and Mo Wenchen were even more certain that Ankelia's leader this time was not Sheng Weiguang.
Mo Wenchen hugged Su Lingfeng, entered the space tunnel, moved directly to the big tree in front of the house with the light coming through, and hid in the lush canopy.
This tree is an ornamental tree. It is less than two stories high, but it has lush branches and leaves. It hides two people in the dark night and cannot be seen at all. However, the height where Su Lingfeng and Mo Wenchen are standing is
If you lower your head slightly, you can see what's going on in the room through the transparent crystal window.
This is a small study room with not many things in it, just a bookshelf, a chair, and a desk.
A middle-aged man with blond hair and a thick beard, wearing a scarlet robe and looking quite burly, was lying on the desk, writing something.