I immediately slammed the table and shouted, "You're talking nonsense!"

I pointed at my own nose and said, "Among those in the art, some know me as the master of Liangjie Hall, but few know that I am the young master of the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

"What makes you so sure of my identity?"

The old man Zuo said, "Although I don't do business in the underworld, I always deal with ghosts and gods. I heard it from them."

I sternly said, "Where? Who did you hear it from? What were their exact words?"

Old man Zuo simply knelt on the ground, "Master Li, you're forcing me. We in this line of work can never betray our friends, otherwise, we won't be able to survive!"

"Master Li, just kill me!"

I said with a smile, "Good! You have integrity. I want to see if your bones are hard enough."

"Xiao Chun, Soul Search."

"Wait!" Ye Yang came forward and examined old man Zuo, "Soul Search is useless. He has placed a restriction on himself. As soon as we search his soul, it will immediately dissipate, and we won't be able to get anything out of him."

I sneered, "If Soul Search doesn't work, we have other ways."

"Qin Xin, bring the mirrors."

Qin Xin walked around the repair shop and brought out all the mirrors she could find. She placed them one by one on the table, "This is all the mirrors I could find. Will they work?"

I raised my hand and smashed a full-length mirror, placing the broken pieces on the table, "Isn't this enough?"

Old man Zuo was immediately dumbfounded, "Master Li, what are you going to do?"

"Exterminate your nine generations!" I grabbed old man Zuo's wrist, drew out my curved blade with my right hand, and slashed across his finger.

Blood flowed freely from old man Zuo's left hand. I forcefully pressed his palm down, dripping the blood onto the mirrors one by one, "The five fingers of your left hand represent your paternal relatives. Five mirrors mean killing five people."

"In a moment, I'll switch to your right hand."

"When your ten fingers are used up, I'll have other ways. In short, the blood on your body can ensure that none of your Zuo family's nine generations are spared."

"Ye Yang, cast the curse!"

In my cold shout, each of the five shattered mirrors reflected a figure.

Ye Yang raised his hand and thrust his sword at the mirror. The violent sword energy seemed to travel through space, piercing the figures in the mirror.

The figures in the mirror fell to the ground, struck by the sword, and the mirrors shattered along with them. A large amount of blood flowed out from the shards, quickly staining the table red.

This was the manifestation of the witch's curse taking effect, and it also represented that the people on the other side of the mirrors had already been killed by the sword.

Old man Zuo was stunned for a few seconds, then desperately tried to break free from my grasp, but I held him firmly in place.

Unable to break free, old man Zuo began to curse, "Li Po, you're not human! Kill me! They are innocent, you can't kill them!"

My face darkened as I shouted, "Kill again!"

Ye Yang did not hesitate to strike the mirror with his sword again.

The mirrors on the table shattered one after another, and the floor beneath the table was already awash in blood.

At first, old man Zuo was still crying and cursing, but later he was left with wailing.

Before long, the people in the five mirrors were all killed, and I took out a silver needle and stabbed it into old man Zuo's chest, "Heart blood represents your dearest loved one."

"If you don't want them to die, you better cooperate with me!"

Old man Zuo was like a fool, his voice hoarse, "Kill me! I don't want to live anymore!"

"Whether you live or die is up to me, but whether your loved ones live or die is up to you." I raised the silver needle and dripped the blood from the needle tip onto the mirror, and a young man with a child was quickly reflected in it.

I said in a deep voice, "These should be your son and grandson, right?"

"Your son and grandson, but they are the roots of your life!"

"Do you want to cooperate with me, or do you want to watch them die?"

Old man Zuo trembled all over and said, "Master Li, please, please, they are not warlocks, and they have never been involved in the affairs of the art. Please don't kill them!"

"I really can't cooperate with you, Master Li!"

"Kill!" I uttered a word expressionlessly.

Ye Yang swung his sword and slashed at the mirror. Just as the mirror shattered, old man Zuo fainted.

I lowered old man Zuo down, "Xiao Chun, wake him up."

While Nie Xiao Chun was treating old man Zuo, Ye Yang said, "Was he telling the truth?"

I nodded, "I have been controlling his pulse all this time, and all of this old fellow's emotions are genuine. He is a true warlock."

Warlocks value their word more than gold. Once they set a rule, they would never change it, even if it meant facing death.

In today's world of arts, there are not many people like that anymore.

As I was speaking, old man Zuo woke up slowly, and I instructed, "Xiao Chun, bandage the wounds on his body."

While Nie Xiao Chun went to get the wound medicine, old man Zuo went mad and pounced on the ground, picking up the shards of the mirror and trying to stuff them into his mouth.

Qin Xin quickly grabbed him, and old man Zuo cried out in grief, "Let me die. I have nothing left. Even if I die, I won't cooperate with you."

"Li Po, if you are still human, kill me, kill me!"

I said slowly, "Killing you is easy, but I'm afraid that after you die, you won't be able to see your son and grandson in the underworld, and then you'll cry again."