[3] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 98.7 The Secrets Of The Temple Of Heaven

Then the Saint of Heaven, who had been pointed by his finger, suddenly screamed hoarsely. His body was like melted wax, twisted and soft, but he never fell down and the scream never stopped too.

Until You Wuming finished counting the broken mirror on the altar: “One hundred and seven.”

The Saint of Heaven whom he had pointed out finally fell to the ground with a swishing sound——At the time when he landed on the ground, the man had become a pile of black debris, leaving only a black cloak and a bronze mask lying flat on the ground.

“The Heavenly Divination Mirror is broken into one hundred and eight pieces.” You Wuming said with a grin, “It’s not an easy task to find one hundred and seven pieces. The mirror core is here with me. I am here to return it today.”

There was silence under the cloaks.

He jumped off the altar.

“You are all not afraid of death, huh… What should I do then?”

In this world, there is no one who is really not afraid of death.

Sang Yuanyuan had already noticed that several people were trembling.

One of them trembled and shouted: “King You, let me live. I can let them redeem me with money again!”

He took off his mask and it turns out to be Qin Yuchi, the younger brother of King Qin.

Previously, he killed people in Ji state and was caught by You Wuming. After You Wuming finished interrogating him and received the gold from Qin state, he let him leave with the broken mirror piece.

Unfortunately, they got him here again today.

There is really no escape from a predestined fate.

You Wuming beckoned with his hand: “Come here.”

Qin Yuchi stepped forward and squeezed out a strained smile.

You Wuming raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: “Go well.”

In just an instant, the person had turned into black ashes. The smile on his face remained on the outline of the ashes for a moment before finally scattered all over the ground.

You Wuming casually pointed to several people again.

The people he pointed out were slowly burned into a pile of black ashes one by one.

“Tsk, it can only burn a stick of incense’s time. How can it scare them?” He muttered discontentedly, “The problem is, my cultivation is so high that I just need to point it like this and it will burn right away. I can’t burn it slower.”

“Little Mulberry!” He raised his voice and shouted, “Whoever I burn, you help me heal it. I want to try if I can burn it for half a shichen!”

As soon as these words came out, many of the black cloaked saints trembled unconsciously.

You Wuming spread his hand: “Look, Little Mulberry. These people are not even afraid of death. Come on, let’s give it a try.”

Finally, one of the saints couldn’t hold back anymore. His trembling hands took off his mask and said: “What do you want to ask? I will answer it, I will answer everything!”

You Wuming glanced at him lightly, raised his hand and burned him to ashes.

Sang Yuanyuan couldn’t help but feel a burst of pain in her heart——One of them finally gave up, but he just burned it like this?!

Soon, she discovered the fact that You Wuming actually didn’t mean to extract a confession at all. He was simply destroying the enemy in the Temple of Heaven.

These people in black cloaks, no matter what they do, will only be pointed by his fluttering fingers.

Whether it’s begging for mercy, running away, wanting to do something to him or Sang Yuanyuan, or shouting ‘kill if you want to kill’… Except for a few people who stood in place to reduce their sense of existence as much as possible, the rest soon became a cloak that covered the ground all around.

“Do I even need you all to tell me such a thing?” You Wuming’s face is full of ridicule, “The things that I know, are a lot more than what you know. Today, I am really just entrusted by others to kill here——An old man sincerely asked me to help him kill you all, and I can’t bear to refuse him. After all, he is the Old Ancestor of the Yun clan, the former emperor, who has lived for hundreds of years. What a rare thing for him to ask for someone’s help once.”

As soon as these words came out, a person with a very low sense of existence and standing among the rest of the crowd suddenly blurted out and exclaimed: “Impossible!”

You Wuming’s movement paused, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

“Finally caught a stupid big fish.”

The identity of Old Emperor Yun is definitely top secret and only the core leaders are qualified to know.

You Wuming swept over and took off the bronze mask on this person’s face.