All-Professional Master of Darkness

"Your name. [6] [9] [s] [h] [u] [x] [.] [c] [o] [m]" Lan Wu looked down from a high place and could only breathe, but he was still alive. The witch doctor, who was hanging on by the bottle of mild healing potion, had a kind smile on his face, as if he had met a confidant.

"Liel." The witch doctor wriggled his lips desperately and said his name breathlessly. Now it is human beings who work as swordsmen, and I work as fish and meat. Rather than being tortured, it is better to be honest and strive for happiness.

After all, he is a traitor to mankind.

"What do you want to do by collecting souls?" Lan Wu smiled brightly, very satisfied with this guy's knowledge, and then asked the question he wanted to know most.

When Lier heard this, his bloodless face turned even paler, and there was a bit of panic in his eyes. This is the most confidential secret of the organization, a secret that only they, the witch doctors who have a thorough understanding of the soul, and the leaders who are sent to perform tasks know. He didn't want to, and didn't dare to tell.

"Don't want to say it?" Lan Wu was not surprised, the smile on his face remained.

Li'er saw the smile on Lan Wu's face, and his pupils suddenly shrank. In his eyes, this guy is definitely more evil than a devil. Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls.

"Think carefully first." Lan Wu stood up and walked to the battlefield on the other side with a meaningful smile.

By this time the battle was coming to an end. Under the siege of three zombie dogs and five ghost children, only the last two people were left struggling to hold on back to back in just a few minutes. When they saw Lan Wu coming, the despair in their eyes became even stronger.

"You go on, don't worry about me." Lan Wu shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the desperate two people calmly, walked up to Boya and others and cut off the ropes on their bodies.

Boya broke free from the broken rope and gave Lan Wu a hug with all his strength: "I... thank you."

Lan Wu laughed, patted Boya on the back with his backhand, then took out a few bottles of mild healing potion and stuffed it into his hand and said with a smile: "Do me a favor, don't let the guy behind him die. I have something else to think about. Asked from his mouth."

"As a paladin, I don't want anyone to die." Boya proudly stuffed the light healing potion back to Lan Wu, and a halo bloomed under his feet.

pray.

Lan Wu couldn't help but smile. The Paladin's healing aura has a very low presence. He had even forgotten that the Paladin had this skill. Now when used on that Lier, the effect is much better than the healing potion.

Ignoring the situation in Lille for the time being, Lan Wu turned his attention to the battle situation there again. At this time, the two people had given up resistance. They were already unable to defeat the three zombie dogs and five ghost children, but now there was a powerful person who was countless times stronger than them. If they continued to fight, they would only suffer more.

Zombie dogs and ghost children surrounded the two of them tightly, and from time to time they bared their teeth and made a few low threats. Before receiving Lan Wu's next order, they did not kill the two targets in front of them mercilessly as they did just now.

"Do you want to live or die?" Lan Wu walked over lightly and glanced at the two people's faces.

The eyes that did not hide the murderous intent swept across their faces. The two of them were like frogs stared at by a poisonous snake. They did not dare to move and could only nod their heads hurriedly. Having such a saying means that it is still possible to survive. Who is willing to die if he can live?

"But why should I let you go?" Lan Wu shook his head and sneered, looking at the two prisoners in front of him playfully.

Now the two of them were embarrassed. Lan Wu's words were clearly intended to make them prove the value of surrender. But they are just low-level thugs in the organization and their status is not high. How could he know any valuable secrets in exchange for his own life?

"So you are not worthy of me being generous?" Lan Wu was helpless and glanced at the two of them fiercely. I wanted to try my luck to get some information from these two guys, but I didn't expect that these two guys are just low-level thugs, and they are the kind of good babies who don't hear anything outside the window.

But think about it carefully. Now the whole world has become a world of hell. The Zakarum Revival has surrendered to the demons, and its only enemies are the surviving professionals. At this point, the new professions basically completely crush the old ones. Sending these low-level thugs is enough to deal with the survivors, and it can also ensure that the organization's secrets will not be leaked, which is quite cheap. After all, there are as many low-level thugs as there are in the organization.

After waving his hand, Lan Wu turned around and left. Suddenly, the roar of the zombie dog and the shrill laughter of the ghost child were heard from behind... Of course, the desperate screams of the two people were indispensable. Returning to Lille again, he knelt down and asked calmly: "Do you understand?"

By this time Lille's injury was under control. The wound has stopped bleeding. With the blessing of the aura of prayer, his life has always been maintained at an extremely low level. Can't die, can't move. Hearing Lan Wu press again, he closed his eyes in despair.

Revealing the organization's secrets is a serious crime within the Zakarum Revival. His status in the organization is not high, but not low either. He knew that death was not the final outcome. When a person's strength reaches a certain level, the soul will not be annihilated immediately after death. This is one of the secrets they have been using to capture ghosts for the past four years.

The immortal soul means that a person is not dead yet. Once the organization learns that he betrayed the Zakarum Revival, they will send people to capture his soul without mercy. Originally, the organization had many secret methods for torturing souls, but now that it has taken refuge with the devil, similar secret methods are even more abundant. Guaranteed to make people reveal everything from peeking at other people's baths as a child to peeing and defecating everywhere when they grow up.

Lear is not stupid. He knows the importance. Compared to the guy in front of me, the organization's deterrent power is obviously greater. After all, organizations can torture even souls. And in the hands of this guy, the worst possible outcome would be death.

"Okay." Lan Wu shrugged, stood up and whittled Li'er into a human stick with a few strokes. Fortunately, Boya was careful and did not put away the halo of prayer. Although Lille lost a lot of blood, he barely managed to breathe, and then gradually regained his life with the blessing of the aura of prayer.

At this time, Lille no longer had the strength to speak. Having his hands and feet cut off meant that he had lost his final ability to resist. He has truly turned into a piece of fish meat now, ready to be slaughtered by others.

"The next step is to kill me." Lear felt lucky in his heart. In his opinion, this guy has lost his patience and plans to give himself a good time.

Lan Wu knelt down again, took out several bottles of powerful healing potions without saying a word, pried open Li'er's mouth and drank them into him. His actions made Boya and the others who were watching look at each other with confusion in their eyes.

"Come do me a favor and strip him naked." Lan Wu stood up and gave up his position, greeting Boya and the others with a smile.

Boya and the others looked at each other and quickly stripped off Lille with questions in their minds. Although doing so was suspected of abusing the captives, the other party was a traitor to mankind. None of them felt any psychological pressure. On the contrary, they were more curious about what Lan Wu would do next.

They soon realized that they had underestimated Lan Wu. Seeing Lan Wu's subsequent torture, no one had any blood on their faces.

"I said, I said everything." Lear cried so hard that his nose, tears, and blood mixed together. He has collapsed.