Nangong Zhen said, "But don't worry, I won't make you risk piecing the stones together. I will assemble the stone slabs. You just need to translate the cipher text."

Lao Liu looked at Nangong Zhen, "Are you sure that you can piece them together correctly?"

Nangong Zhen's face darkened, "Are you doubting me?"

Lao Liu smiled, picked up two stone slabs, and put them together. "Look!"

Before Nangong Zhen could speak, Lao Liu disassembled the slabs, rotated them a few times, and reassembled them. "Look again!"

Nangong Zhen's eyes widened suddenly, "How can the cipher text be different?"

Lao Liu said, "These stone slabs appear to have been broken by a heavy palm strike, but in reality, they were carefully disassembled. Many stones can be pieced together in different ways. The ancient cipher texts that are pieced together are also different."

"Friend, do you still insist on using your method?"

Nangong Zhen muttered to himself, "Did they have so much time back then?" He realized he had let something slip and quickly shut his mouth.

Nangong Zhen was silent for a while before asking, "Master Liu, what is the chance that you can piece together the stone door and translate the cipher text on it?"

Lao Liu shook his head and said, "I'm not sure!"

"I can't guarantee that I can piece the entire picture correctly in one go."

Hei Ye Xiao was so anxious by Lao Liu's words that he kept blinking, signaling Lao Liu to quickly change his mind.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Zhen laughed and said, "Master Liu indeed has the sincerity to trade."

"Feel free to piece together the cipher text. We have plenty of people here to die for you."

Nangong Zhen raised his hand and clapped twice in the air. After a while, the sound of shackles dragging on the ground came from the mist. When Lao Liu looked in the direction of the sound, he saw a group of people chained together by shackles walking from the distance.

Although these people were disheveled, one could see from their physique that they all possessed martial arts skills.

Are these the warlocks who fell into the Yin Yang Inn?

Nangong Zhen glanced at the prisoners with disdain, "These are all thieves and petty criminals from the Thief Domain. They all deserve to die. Master Liu doesn't need to have any scruples. Feel free to do as you please."

As soon as Nangong Zhen finished speaking, someone in the crowd spat and said, "You call us thieves and petty criminals, but what are you Exploring Hand? Aren't you just the same?"

Nangong Zhen was not angry. "Master Liu, use him first! This person won't die even after using him ten or eight times."

Lao Liu looked at the other person curiously and saw that he had a pair of hands that were obviously much smaller than his wrists.

"Hundred Hands Thief, Zhang Bai Shou!" Lao Liu's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

According to rumors, when Zhang Bai Shou was five or six years old, his body was already much taller than children of the same age. He looked like a ten-year-old child, but his hands had not grown much. It looked as if someone had chopped off his original hands and attached a pair of child's hands to his wrists.

Even Zhang Bai Shou's biological parents believed that he was disabled and that keeping him would be a waste of food. They hardened their hearts and sold him to a vaudeville troupe.

It was at this time that Zhang Bai Shou met the person who changed his destiny—the Samsara Holy Lord.

When the Samsara Holy Lord saw his hands, he was ecstatic, saying that he had a "treasure-grabbing hand" that was rare to see in a hundred years, and that it was a hand born for thievery.

The Samsara Holy Lord bought Zhang Bai Shou and sent him to the Thief Sect. In just five years, his hands could undergo thousands of transformations, becoming a "divine weapon" that was invincible in killing people and stealing treasures.

According to rumors, Zhang Bai Shou's most powerful move was called "Stealing the Heart." He could dig a person's heart out of their chest with his bare hands, and the victim's body could still maintain a state of not bleeding until the coroner performed an autopsy and realized that the deceased had been robbed of his heart.

Back then, the vaudeville troupe that Zhang Bai Shou had been in, including his biological parents, all died under "Stealing the Heart."

It was because Zhang Bai Shou's hands were too famous that Lao Liu could recognize his identity at a glance.

Zhang Bai Shou sneered, "I didn't expect that after so many years of my disappearance, someone would still know my name."

Lao Liu did not answer him but turned his gaze directly to Nangong Zhen.

Nangong Zhen smiled, "Master Liu, although we have reached a cooperation, none of us trusts each other."

"Especially me, I don't trust either of you."

"I think killing Jiang Chen is as easy as turning my hand, but I'm afraid that after killing Jiang Chen, the two of you will destroy the contract."

Hei Ye Xiao said in a deep voice, "We can sign a contract."

Nangong Zhen shook his head, "In this place, the Dao of Heaven is invisible, and the ghosts and gods don't care. Contracts and blood oaths are just waste paper."

Zhang Bai Shou sneered, "The people who entered the inn back then all thought that the inn's contract could protect them, but no one could escape his clutches."

"Nangong Zhen, in fact, I pity you."

"You can be a king and dominate in the inn, but you don't dare to go out. Once you get outside, you will immediately be backlashed by the contract of that year, and you will live a life worse than death."

Nangong Zhen was not angry. "Zhang Bai Shou, save it! The one who will live a life worse than death in a while will be you."

Lao Liu frowned slightly and said, "May I ask Mr. Nangong, what method do you want to use to fulfill the agreement between us?"

Nangong Zhen said, "Of course, a compromise!"