Inside the dungeon.
Zhou Yu threw Xiang Yinglong to the ground.
He did not speak, but simply stared at him.
At this moment, Xiang Yinglong had recovered slightly. He struggled to get up and glared at Zhou Yu.
"Zhou Yu, you won't die a good death..."
"Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go."
Xiang Yinglong trembled with hatred.
However, Zhou Yu was unmoved.
He said indifferently:
"You will not die. After I finish my business, I will hand you over to Black Ghost Yama."
At this time, Ye Mengmin had someone bring in the medicinal herbs.
Zhou Yu, without a word, immediately began to work on them.
Xiang Yinglong grew more and more fearful as he watched.
"Zhou Yu, what exactly do you want to do?"
Zhou Yu said indifferently:
"Don't worry, you won't suffer any pain."
"It's just that I need to temporarily control your consciousness."
"So, you don't need to say anything now, and I don't want to listen."
"After a while, whatever I ask you, you will tell me the truth."
