The man crashed to the ground as he looked at this ruthless little lady in shock before heading to the underworld.
Qiao Mu's attacks were vicious as she refused to waste her breath on anyone who said that they didn't know Fan Qiuhe. They were all sent to hell without exception.
She grabbed a young cyan-clothed man and routinely asked while holding her dagger at the other party's neck, "Where is Fan Qiuhe."
Her vicious actions had long freaked the person out of his wits, and he sputtered, "The-the young sir i-is up, up above!"
"Go!!" Qiao Mu gripped that person's collar and pulled him out of the encirclement like dragging a chicken. "Bring me to where Fan Qiuhe is!"
"Go—" Qiao Mu pushed him forcefully.
How did that young man dare refuse? He nodded repeatedly and led Qiao Mu into a passageway.
But just as his hand touched the wall, Qiao Mu threw out a thunder spirit talisman, which directly exploded on the young man's body.
