Chapter Thirty-Seven: Night Color

  After George stuffed the cloth into his mouth, Han Jin grabbed George's hair and dragged him off the bed. He then stretched out his hand and drew a few strokes in the air, and a talisman composed of countless light points appeared.

  Han Jin performed the Huiyuan Qing Shen Zhou, which only consumed a few dozen units of energy. As Mo Xinkai and George watched in curiosity, he suddenly waved his hand, and the talisman flew out, landing squarely on George's face. George suddenly felt his spirit and physical strength become extremely abundant, and if no one was holding him back, he really wanted to jump up and wildly dance around to vent the excitement in his heart.

  "These are still far from enough." Han Jin pointed at the jewelry on the bed and smiled: "Do you understand what I mean?"

  George looked at Han Jin with a flinch, reached out to grab the cloth in his mouth, trying to pull it out, and then explained his difficulties to Han Jin. Han Jin's long sword flipped over, pressing down on George's hand: "Don't pull out the cloth, or I'll kill you!"

  George was stunned, what does this mean? He can't even speak now, how is he supposed to answer the other person's questions?

  Han Jin stepped out with one foot and ruthlessly trampled George's ankle, his long sword swung, and George's big toe on his left foot flew out, flying several feet away. The broken end of the toe, with each heartbeat, a blood arrow spurted out.

  George's face twisted in an instant, they say the ten fingers are connected to the heart, but the toes are also connected to the heart. He was in so much pain that his nose and eyes were streaming with tears and snot, his right foot kicking frantically on Han Jin's leg, but his strength was very limited, Han Jin's leg remained still as if cast in steel.

  George still stretched out his hand, trying to grab Han Jin's leg. Mo Xinkuo walked over and grabbed George's hair with one hand. The long sword in Han Jin's hand was swiped at the broken part of George's left foot, coldly saying: "Not enough!" After finishing speaking, the long sword swung again, and the remaining toes also bid farewell to George's body, with blood gushing out.

  George's chest heaved violently like a bellows, and he was in so much pain that he almost fainted, but he didn't pass out. It could be said that from childhood to old age, he had never been as spirited as he was now, and his senses had also become extremely acute, but this brought him even more intense suffering.

  Han Jin used his sword to pat George's wildly kicking right leg, Mo Xinkuo stretched out his foot and stepped on the root of George's right leg, Han Jin's sword moved to the toe of George's right foot, coldly saying: "Not enough!"

  Several burlap sacks and a dozen or so crystal shards suddenly appeared, falling onto George's legs. George let out a pitiful whimper, as if trying to elicit sympathy from Han Jin. Han Jin didn't even glance at the items, his expression still cold as he said, "I said it's not enough!"

  A flash of sword light, George was like a dying fish struggling to jump, but unfortunately his two legs were fixed and couldn't jump up. His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to roll out of their sockets, he was on the verge of collapse.

  "Not enough!" Han Jin swung his long sword and cut off George's four toes, then moved the sword to George's ankle, next time he said not enough, he would cut off one of George's feet.

  Like magic, countless light rings flickered in the air, and one by one, cloth bags and magic crystals fell like raindrops, instantly burying half of George's body inside.

  Han Jin's expression remained unchanged: "Not enough!"

  George's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes rolled back, and then his head slowly fell forward, his body also went limp. Whether he was scared or had exceeded his endurance limit, this time, he finally fainted as he wished.

  Mo Xinke stretched out his hand and touched the tip of George's nose: "You're not dead yet, you little devil! However... he shouldn't be able to take anything out now."

  "Hmm." Han Jin nodded and walked over to the bed, pulling down the sheets with a strong tug: "Pack everything up."

  At this time, Xian Ni'er walked in from outside and saw the treasure piled up like a small mountain. She couldn't help but stare blankly: "The harvest is not small!"

  "Anyway, it's beyond my expectation." Han Jin bent down and pulled off the ring on George's finger, holding it in front of his eyes for a closer examination.

  Mo Xinkai picked up several pouches and threw them onto the bed sheet. He suddenly thought of something: "Xian'niel, do you still have space in your spatial ring?"

  "There's still half left, but I think it won't fit in the container." Xian Ni'er's gaze fell on Han Jin: "What to do with this guy?"

  "Spare his life." Han Jin smiled slightly.

  "Spare him?" Mo Xinko was taken aback.

  "After hiding for a while, we can still come find him, and maybe he can bring us another surprise."

  "Still looking for him? You really are..." Mo Xinko sighed bitterly.

  "If you really want to get this space ring, then you must kill him." Xian Ni'er said calmly.

  "Why?" Han Jin asked in surprise.

  "It's hard to explain in just a few words, I'll talk to you about it later."

  Han Jin raised his long sword and thrust it downwards, the tip of the sword had already pierced into George's throat. He had originally wanted to spare George's life, what could a plundered merchant do? Would he be disheartened or go crazy accumulating wealth? George's son-in-law was the town head of the eleventh town, he had a powerful backing and would definitely choose the latter. By the time they emerged from the mountains, George should have accumulated another fortune.

  But for the sake of the space ring, Han Jin didn't care about much anymore.

  Soon, most of the treasure was stored in Xian Ni Er's spatial ring, leaving behind a dozen or so cloth bags that could only be carried by Mo Xin Ke.

  Three people exchanged a glance and walked out in a line. Just as Xian Ni'er and Mo Xinke no longer believed in Han Jin's past, Han Jin was also guessing about Xian Ni'er and Mo Xinke's past. Some things can't be seen from their words, but they are revealed in their actions!

  The three of them, to varying degrees, were all somewhat cold-blooded. In other words, they were all people with stories to tell. They attacked those knights and snuck into George's home. Just that day alone, their hands were already stained with blood. Han Jin was still able to flash a smile, Mo Xingke remained carefree as always, and Xian Ni'er's coldness never wavered. Regardless of whether the enemy deserved to die or how angry they were inside, without complicated pasts, they absolutely wouldn't have been able to do such things.

  At this moment, they had a deeper understanding of each other, but this understanding was inexpressible and could only be kept in their hearts.

  Coming out of the wall, Sasori complained with a worried face: "How did you just come out?! Almost got me killed!"

  "Go!" Han Jin said in a low voice: "To Honghe Inn to pick up Qiuli."

  It was always extremely dark before dawn, and even the security team was a bit slack. A group of thugs quietly left the eleventh town, found the war horses tied up in the woods, and galloped into the thick night.