"Ah..."
Suddenly, Master Hei fell to the ground, clutching his head and wailing endlessly.
"My head, my head, it hurts, spare me, please spare me..."
"I'll talk, I'll talk..."
Master Hei knew it must be Zhang Xiaoshan activating the Divine Thought Imprint, and he hurriedly begged for mercy.
Zhang Xiaoshan did not stop.
A few minutes later, Zhang Xiaoshan finally stopped activating the Divine Thought Imprint.
Master Hei was already drenched in cold sweat from the pain.
"Huff huff huff"
Breathing heavily on the ground.
"Can you talk to me now?"
Zhang Xiaoshan asked with an indifferent expression.
"Talk, I'll talk, I'll say everything."
Fear filled Master Hei's eyes.
Zhang Xiaoshan looked young, but his methods were more vicious than those of thousand-year-old demons.
He understood that he absolutely had no chance of retaliating against Zhang Xiaoshan, better to honestly confess.
"Not to hide from you, but this thing, actually, I dug it up while grave robbing."
