166 Blackmail Him to the Very End (1/2)
”You only have one Ten Thousand Poisonous Palm?”
Little North looked like a young girl who had been wronged under Happy's gaze. He nodded vigorously in a slow-witted manner. His gaze was still fixed on the high-tier martial art manual he had just handed over. He looked very reluctant and unwilling to part with it.
”Really?” Happy looked at Little North with a face full of puzzlement. He watched Little North for a moment, then when he saw that he had decided to be stubborn and not give up on his books, he could not help but sigh. ”If that's the case, I can release one of your zombies, but the other one dies.”
Slap!
Another martial art manual with a black cover and a ghastly aura landed in Happy's hand. There were four startling words on the cover—Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms. It looked exactly the same as the previous book.
The effect of the threat was very clear.
”That'll do, right?” Little North looked at Happy tentatively, as if he was afraid that Happy would go against his words.
”That's better.”
Happy just knew he had those manuals. Little North had been in the mass grave for a long period of time. No matter how dumb of a person he was, he would still know how to use their zombie puppets to lure Mystical Realm zombies and kill them in a discontinuous wave. With that being the case, Little North would naturally have a lot of manuals.
Did he actually think that he could fool Happy with just one Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms manual? How old was he? Three?
Happy put away the two Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms manuals in a bold and guilt-free manner. Then, he took away the Hundred-battle Saber from the zombie puppets' necks.
”Whew.” Little North finally released a breath of relief. He quickly ran over and checked the backs of the heads of his two precious zombies. ”Um, brother, how did you know that they have a weakness there?”
As a professional Corpse Herder, Little North naturally did not want for the zombies he took so much trouble to cultivate to be so easily subdued. When he asked his question, he look at the blue-robed young man with an eager gaze.
Happy held out a hand in an incredibly resolute manner.
Little North was stunned silent when he saw Happy asking for more. He was dumbfounded for some time before he said, ”I really don't have anymore…”
Happy did not say anything. He turned around and left.
”Ah, brother!”
Little North instantly became anxious. With his two precious zombies, he chased after Happy while calling out to him. He held a shiny and black martial art manual in his hand.
”This is the last. It's really my last. Please, tell me.”
”Give it to me, and I'll tell you.” Happy's tone was indifferent. He did not believe in Little North's words. The brat was basically an actor!
The third Ten Thousand Poisonous Palms landed in Happy's hands. When he saw the pained look on Little North's face, he felt the displeasure from being ambushed disappear into the wind. His rewards were quite great.
”Regardless of whether a person is dead or alive, the part connected to the spine at the back of their heads is the reflex center. When it receives a great blow, it will naturally be affected. Judging by your actions, I can tell that you haven't mastered controlling your zombie puppets yet. When they will reach Mystical Realm and will be able to run around like those zombies outside, the strength of their physical bodies will also increase. At that time, their command of the body won't be interrupted, and no matter how strong the attack is…”
”Oh.”
There was a look of realization on Little North's face. He released a sigh of relief as if a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
He was really worried that any Tom, Dick, and Harry could just strike the back of his precious zombies' heads and they would stop moving. If that were the case, wouldn't he end up as a joke in the future?
Even though the fee he had to hand over for the information made his heart bleed, Happy's explanation brought relief to his wound up heart.