The man felt an unbearable itch all over his body, as if there were thousands of ants inside him, and sometimes even emitted heart-piercing pain.

  A moment later, the man finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a shrill scream, the sound of which was so sharp that it sent chills down the spines of those who heard it.

  "Great, great hero, spare my life, I'll say... Hehehe..."

  The man's teeth chattered as he begged for mercy from Yang Chengye.

  The "Separate Tendons and Bones" technique is a method from the "Nine Yin Manual", which can cause the person being subjected to it to feel an unbearable, bone-penetrating itch, making them wish they were dead. Unless they take their own life, there is no other way to alleviate the suffering.

  Seeing the man soften and beg for mercy, Yang Chengye poked him a few more times. The man instantly calmed down, his clothes were completely soaked, and the sweat on his face rolled off.

  Yang Chengye said coldly again: "Answer my question."

  The man took a few deep breaths and said, "Great hero, my name is Zajihe, from the Tatar tribe of the grasslands. Recently, our leader Bilucha led our brave warriors to attack the Wild Goose Temple, killing many monks and plundering the temple."

  "I have come here today under the orders of our leader to investigate, I beg of you, great hero, to spare me."

  Upon hearing this, Song Hui Lin suddenly became anxious and asked: "All killed? Was the Abbot Kong Ming also killed by you?"

  Zaghi replied, "No, the abbot was protecting two people who were seriously injured and now they are locked up in the tribe."

  At this time, Song Hui Lin finally let out a long breath. Since Zha Ji He said that Kong Ming Da Shi was seriously injured to protect people, the person being protected must include her father, Song Jin Dao.

  Yang Chengye asked again: "How many of you have come this time?"

  "Altogether ten, they are all hiding in the woods."

  Yang Chengye gave Song Huilin a wink and then said to Zha Jihe: "Fire the signal arrow, let them gather over here."

  "This..."

  Zha Jihe looked at Yang Chengye with some worry.

  Yang Chengye said: "It seems you haven't had enough of that taste from earlier, so let's try it again."

  "No, no, no! Let me go!"

  Zha Ji hastily shot an arrow into the sky according to Yang Cheng's orders.

  The arrow shot up into the air with a "whooshing" sound and then exploded in mid-air.

  "Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh..."

  At this time, nine robust men wearing animal skins and holding longbows and curved knives came running from a nearby forest towards Yang Chengye and the others.

  "You go rest for a while!"

  Yang Chengye stretched out his finger and pointed at Zha Jihuo's Yuzhen hole, and Zha Jihuo's eyelids fluttered before he fainted.

  "Why doesn't the young master just kill him?"

  Song Hui Lin also saw the nine figures, and then saw Yang Cheng Ye faintly nodding at Zha Ji He, asking inexplicably.

  Yang Chengye drew out his long sword and said: "Leave him for now, he still has use, let's deal with these few first."

  I grew up saying, flying up, with a long sword in hand, lightly trembling, stabbing at those nine sturdy men.

  "Sir, you're still injured, be careful!"

  Song Hui Lin raised her head and reminded Yang Cheng Ye.

  "Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

  Suddenly several arrows shot towards Yang Chengye, Yang Chengye's long sword danced, deflecting all the arrows, and then his long sword swept horizontally, a fierce sword energy shot out, cutting a crack on the ground.

  Taking advantage of the nine people being blocked by smoke and dust, Yang Chengye quickly descended among the nine people. Instantly, swords and knives intersected, sword energy surged horizontally. In less than a minute, all nine people were beheaded, each killed with one strike.

  Seeing Yang Chengye put away his sword, Song Huilin hurried over and said with some blame: "Young master, look, the wound is bleeding again."

  Song Hui Lin said as she untied the white cloth on Yang Cheng Ye's shoulder, reapplied the golden wound medicine and rewrapped it again.

  "Miss Song, don't worry, I'm just concerned that your father is suffering in that so-called Tartar tribe."

  Yang Chengye said: "Kill them and we can hurry up and rescue people."

  "Ah, Miss Song, I have something to ask you."

  Yang Chengye walked in the direction of Zha Ji He Yan's residence while asking Song Hui Lin.

  "Young master, speak your mind without reserve."

  Song Hui Lin walked beside Yang Cheng Ye and replied.

  Yang Chengye asked: "When you were at Yanmen Temple, did you ever see a monk named Juewu?"

  Song Hui Lin thought for a moment and said, "When I went to the Wild Goose Temple, I saw the abbot Guang Ming Dashi treating an old monk. I don't know if he is the Awakened Master you mentioned."

  Upon hearing this, Yang Chengye nodded and said: "It seems we must hurry to the Tataer tribe as soon as possible."

  The two men had already arrived at Zha Ji He Yuan's place, Yang Chengye put Zha Ji He on the horseback and then rode another horse.

  Song Hui Lin saw Yang Cheng Ye and Zha Ji He each riding a horse, and thought to herself: "Isn't he going to take me with him?"

  At this moment, Yang Chengye stretched out his hand. Song Huiyun saw it and was overjoyed, grabbing Yang Chengye's palm and sitting in front of him.

  Yang Chengye held Song Huilin in his arms and led another horse, galloping rapidly towards the outside of the pass.

  On the way, Yang Chengye woke up Zha Jiheo, asked about the direction of the Tatar tribe, and then let him continue to be unconscious.

  Two days later, Yang Chengye and his two companions finally arrived at a place not far from the Tataer tribe outside the pass.

  "Great hero, ten miles ahead is our tribe's village, I beg of you to spare me."

  Zha Ji was awakened again by Yang Chengye and immediately knelt down in front of him.

  Yang Chengye thought for a moment and felt that this person was no longer useful to him. Yang Chengye wasn't a bloodthirsty person, after all he was a modern man, and had some resistance to killing. As for the people he killed before, they were all unavoidable.

  Yang Chengye opened up Zha Jihe's acupoints and let him leave.

  Suddenly, Song Hui Lin lashed out with her whip, and the tail of the whip instantly wrapped around Zha Ji He's neck.

  "You, you won't talk..."

  Zha Ji He's neck was strangled, his face turned purple, and then Song Hui Lin pulled hard, Zha Ji He immediately died of asphyxiation.

  Song Hui Lin killed Zha Ji He, Yang Cheng Ye watched all along and didn't stop him, as if he didn't recognize Song Hui Lin.

  "Sir, I was afraid he would go back and inform on us, so I took him down. You won't blame me for it, will you?"

  Song Hui Lin killed Zha Ji He and asked Yang Cheng Ye with some trepidation.

  Yang Chengye looked up at the sky and said, "Nothing, just kill them. From now on, we can't ride horses anymore, we have to walk to the Tatar tribe."

  "No way!"

  Song Hui Lin stopped him and said: "Young master, I grew up in Yanmen since childhood, so I'm more familiar with the weather on the grasslands."

  "It's about to get dark now, but the sky will definitely be bright with a dense moon and stars, making it easy for our tracks to be exposed."

  "Let's enter the Tatale tribe at midnight, by then it will be heavily clouded, just right to conceal our tracks."

  As for the weather on the prairie, Yang Chengye was completely ignorant and asked Song Huilin: "Miss Song, is this true?"

  "Hmm!"

  Song Hui Lin nodded and said: "Of course it's true, and in the second half of the night, there will be a heavy rain here."

  Upon hearing this, Yang Chengye nodded and said: "Then let's hurry to the Tataer tribe now, hide on the outskirts, and go rescue them after midnight!"

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