"Am I helpless against you?" I picked up the old man's wrist, which I had broken, pulled it back, and snapped his elbow joint as well.

"You'll pay for this." The old man grimaced in pain, but still looked confident. "I'm telling you, I'm your only lead right now. If you want to know who's trying to kill you, you'll apologize to me and compensate me properly."

I frowned and thought for a moment, then told him, "No, I don't think that's a good idea at all. I still think it's better to break your other arm and hand too. You used these hands to torture those children, so I'll cripple them in front of the children first."

"And then you'll kowtow and beg me for forgiveness, and have your family's rabbits reattach my hands for me?" the old man said, still unafraid.

I looked at the old man for a while, and then I laughed. "I know what's going on. You don't believe me. You think I'm a kind person, so kind that I'm like a saint. You think I can't be particularly vicious, that I can't completely subdue you, right?"

The old man snorted proudly and said, "I told you a long time ago, I'm not only ruthless to others, I'm ruthless to myself. If you want me to submit, don't even think about it. You don't have the ability. The person who can make me submit hasn't been born yet."

I looked at the dolls lying on the ground and finally sighed. "You're right, you win. Although I know you're scum, an incorrigible, hopeless piece of scum, I'm not cruel enough after all. Even if I hate you enough, I can't use that many methods to deal with you.

"And I need the information in your mouth, so I can't kill you. I can't torture you into submission, and I can't kill you, so I have to compromise with you. That's what you're thinking, right?"

"It's not what I'm thinking, it's just the way things are."

"You're wrong." A smile returned to my face. "I admit, I may not be cruel enough. Although I hate people like you, you haven't hurt me or my family, so my hatred for you is a rational hatred. Rational hatred can't make people act crazy, so I can't torture you properly.

"That's why you're so confident. But there's one thing you seem to have forgotten: it's not just me here, there's also this group of children."

"They are my slaves, and they can only help me torture you." As he said this, the old man tried to urge the little ghosts, but after he finished chanting the spell, the dolls were still lying on the ground, without any reaction.

A look of surprise appeared on the old man's face. "Oh, kid, I didn't see it, you've got some skills."

"Not just some, a lot."

I didn't waste any more words with the old man, and quickly made a few hand gestures. The dolls all flew up, surrounding the old man in the air.

A look of fear finally appeared in the old man's eyes. "What, what do you want to do?"

"They want revenge. Now that they're no longer under your control, do you think they'll want to take revenge on you?"

Before I could finish speaking, the old man had already been dragged into the courtyard by the dolls, and was about to enter the room.

"No, no, no..." The old man clutched the door frame tightly, his eyes filled with extreme fear.

No one knew what was in that room better than he did, so of course he didn't want to go in.

But did he have a choice? Could he not go in?

Of course not. How much did this group of little ghosts hate him? Now that they finally had a chance for revenge, how could they not take advantage of it?

"Old man, remember, if you've figured it out and plan to tell me who's plotting to kill me, hurry up and call me, lest you be killed by these little ghosts." I waved to the old man very politely, telling him to hurry up and enjoy himself in the room.

"I've figured it out, I've figured it out now. Hurry up and take these little ghosts away, and I'll tell you who asked me to kill you."

"Huh?" I was a little stunned. "Aren't you too spineless? I promised these little ghosts that I would let them vent their anger, but you're confessing directly. What am I supposed to do? I can't break my promise in front of a group of children, can I?"

"Then you can break your promise to me?" the old man roared. He only had one hand left, and with so many little ghosts dragging him, he was already losing his grip on the door frame.

I frowned and thought for a moment, and said, "Did I promise you anything? I didn't promise you anything, how can I be breaking my promise to you?"

"You said that as long as I told you who asked me to kill you, you wouldn't let these little ghosts torture me anymore?"

"Did I say that? I don't think so. Even if I did, I can go back on my word. After all, it's better to go back on my word to you than to go back on my word to the children, so as not to corrupt the children.

"How about this, you go in and relax for a while, and when you're done, you can call me over, and I'll have the little ghosts give you a quick death."

"Wan Qian, you bastard!" the old man roared angrily, but he still couldn't change his fate of being dragged into the room by the little ghosts to be tortured.

About an hour later, I also entered the room.

To be honest, I really couldn't stand the smell of blood. I took two steps back and said, "Alright, you can tell me now, who's plotting against me? After you tell me, I'll give you a quick death."

"Okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you. It was Qin Shuguang who asked us to kill you."

"Qin Shuguang of Fengshuitang?"

"Yes, Qin Tianming's father."

"Why does he want to kill me?" Although I took in the enemy who killed his son, he shouldn't know that, right? Ding Kan's acting is so good, how could he be exposed?

Besides, if Qin Shuguang wants to avenge his son, he should kill Ding Kan first, right? Why seize my soul?

"Because you're too strong. Originally, he wasn't sure whether to kill you or not, and asked us to come, but only to test how strong you really are. If you were just an ordinary expert, then he would kill you if he could, and it wouldn't matter if he couldn't. But you're too strong, you beat us like it's a game. Qin Shuguang can't let you go.

"Wan Qian, you're doomed. I certainly won't have a good end, but you won't be any better off than me."

"Why does he want to kill experts? To bury them with his dead son?"

"You think too highly of him. He's not that sentimental. He just doesn't want you to steal his ranking and take away his luck."

"Ranking? What ranking?"

"You want to know? Hahahaha, hahaha, I'm about to die, why should I tell you?"