In response to their inquiries, Li Zhirui certainly wouldn't answer. He just separated a few people to make it convenient for him to interrogate them individually and understand the various situations of this world.
"I ask, you answer! As long as you answer honestly, I can give you a quick death; otherwise, you'll have to endure my methods."
Even if he said he'd let them go now, they certainly wouldn't believe it, so it would be better to use other means to threaten them.
Seeing this person's defiant look, seemingly determined not to speak, Li Zhirui sneered disdainfully. With a thought, the vines entwining him began to constrict forcefully, their dense thorns piercing into his body.
"Ahhh! I will talk, I will talk, please stop."
The poison in the vines had the effect of amplifying pain. Instantly, the horrifying pain swept through his entire body, twisting him up like a pretzel, unable to stop wailing.
