Gu Changhuai pointed with one hand, and a Wind Blade severed the tendons of Jia Ren's right hand.
Jia Ren's right hand drooped, and several pills slid to the ground.
The pills were a sinister green.
With his extensive experience, Gu Changhuai recognized at a glance that these were deadly poison pills.
"Thinking of suicide?"
Gu Changhuai's gaze narrowed slightly, sensing something amiss, he looked up just as Jia Ren had bitten through one of his teeth, attempting to swallow it.
Was there poison hidden in the tooth?
A cold light flashed in Gu Changhuai's eyes, and he quickly grasped Jia Ren's throat with his right hand while his left fist forcefully struck Jia Ren's abdomen.
Jia Ren groaned in pain and spat out the tooth containing poison.
He tried to resist and struggle further, but his means were already exhausted. Even his attempts to seek death had been thwarted.
Meanwhile, the anesthetic from the shackles had already spread throughout his body with his blood.
Jia Ren sensed the dire situation, but his Divine Sense gradually grew dim and his eyes closed, fainting.
Gu Changhuai took out a chain, locked up all four of Jia Ren's limbs, removed his teeth, lifted him, and threw him behind a hidden boulder.
Thus, Jia Ren was captured.
Mo Hua looked on, somewhat dazed.
This Uncle Gu was somewhat different from what she had expected.
He appeared very arrogant, as if he didn't regard others highly.
Yet his actions were extremely meticulous.
Even as a Golden Core Steward capturing a Foundation Building Cultivator, he was very serious and careful, planning meticulously, leaving no room for accidents.
He didn't give his opponent any chance to escape.
Not even a chance to commit suicide!
Mo Hua felt that she had learned a lot.
Throughout the process, Mo Hua listened obediently to Gu Changhuai and did not rashly intervene.
Now that Jia Ren had been subdued,
Mo Hua came out from her hiding spot, ran up to Gu Changhuai, and looking at the unconscious Jia Ren, she expressed her surprise:
"This Jia Ren, he actually thought of committing suicide?"
She hadn't encountered such a Sin Cultivator before, who, upon capture not seeing any way out, immediately sought death.
Gu Changhuai furrowed his brow and said in a heavy voice,
"I had only acted as a precaution, doing everything that needed to be done, but I did not expect that this Jia Ren would indeed prefer death over falling into my hands…"
"This means…"
Gu Changhuai's gaze slightly tensed up.
Mo Hua chimed in, "…this person knows a lot, and has great secrets on him!"
He might indeed be related to the Xie family massacre, and very possibly, he might know something about the Fire Buddha.
Perhaps even more things…
"Shall we interrogate him now?" Mo Hua asked.
"Yes."
Gu Changhuai nodded.
But before that, a routine search of the Storage Bag was necessary.
Gu Changhuai opened all four or five Storage Bags that Jia Ren originally intended to discard.
A stench of blood wafted out.
Sure enough, the contents were all "contraband."
Among them were some Spiritual Artifacts, either Ghost Head Knives, Bone-picking Swords, or other sorts of blades used for gutting and flaying—all, without exception, stained with blood.
Mo Hua, upon seeing this blood, felt a buzzing in her head and a flash of red before her eyes.
A sea of fire with Xie family Cultivators dying in agonized cries and the grotesque figures of their karmic mutations reemerged in her mind.
"This is… the blood of Xie family Cultivators," Mo Hua said gravely.
Gu Changhuai was taken aback. "How do you know?"
Mo Hua replied, "I figured it out…"
Gu Changhuai, resigned, said, "Never mind, forget I asked…"
Besides these bloodied weapons, there were also several "clean" Spiritual Artifacts.
They had no blood and seemed unaffected by the killings.