Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Meng Zhao's movement was so sudden that Beard and Zhu'er were completely unprepared. They were startled by his ruthlessness and moved back in unison, realizing that this was really a very dangerous man.

After all, according to normal logic, the other party is already a useless person with no ability, and yet he is so obedient, cooperative, and tells everything he knows, so he really shouldn't be killed.

However, if you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to figure out Meng Zhao's motives. He is an enemy. How can he let the tiger go back to the mountain just because of a moment of soft-heartedness?

Lu Haochun is a useless person, but Qian Jiao behind him and the group of people under Qian Jiao are not.

If he knew Meng Zhao's whereabouts and pursued him, he would be in great trouble.

Meng Zhao stood up again and ignored the dying Lu Haochun. This was just a ball of dead flesh and had no value anymore.

Everything valuable has been left in his mind.

"you!"

When the bearded man saw Meng Zhao approaching slowly, his pupils shrank and he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by his wave of his hand.

"You and Zhu'er stay here for now. I have something to ask. This is a secret. It's best not to eavesdrop.

Let’s talk about your story after it comes out. "

After that, Meng Zhao quickly walked over to the proprietress, who was as stiff as a sculpture, and the cook Xu Duo, who was still struggling and wailing in pain on the ground. He grabbed them both in his hands and carried them to the back kitchen of the tavern.

When Meng Zhao was out of sight, the bearded man let out a long breath. The man was obviously mighty, but he showed a fearful expression, patted his chin, and said,

"What a powerful person. Has he always been like this?"

Bearded but not stupid, Meng Zhao interrogated Lu Haochun in front of them, obviously not treating the information about Demon Lord Hall and Qianjiao as a secret.

But he alone moved the two people in the tavern to the kitchen for interrogation, and specifically reminded them not to eavesdrop. It was clear at a glance which one was more serious.

Out of caution and reverence for Meng Zhao, Bearded Man would certainly not eavesdrop on someone out of inexplicable curiosity. Why should a person seek death when he can live?

Yes, the current Meng Zhao and the Jiang Ergou he knew were completely different people.

Pearl was also speechless and helpless, shaking her head and saying,

"How did I know this? Can't you see that I was also forced and held hostage by him?"

The bearded man was speechless for a moment. He really didn't notice this. Mainly because during the previous contact, Pearl's appearance and mute character really disgusted him and he didn't have the heart to observe carefully.

After thinking about it, the bearded man couldn't help but said,

"Do you think Mr. Meng will kill those two people?"

Although Pearl was not very fond of bearded men, she was weak-tempered and did not dare to show too much. She replied,

"Maybe. After all, he even killed Lu Haochun. However, he might also let them go. After all, they are women."

In Pearl's mind, although women are also divided into strengths and weaknesses, facing this male-dominated world, there is still some advantage of weakness. After all, delicate little women will always arouse people's pity.

The bearded man remained skeptical about this, secretly thinking,

"Women, so what about women? It's not like I've never killed women before, let alone a domineering man like Meng Zhao?"

Yes, even though he had known Meng Zhao for a short time and had even less time to see his true character, Big Beard felt that he already understood Meng Zhao's character.

How could such a person, who is ruthless, unscrupulous, and domineering, be merciful just because she is a woman?

However, no matter what he thought in his heart, he expressed approval on the surface and did not want to run away. At the worst, he had to say thank you to Meng Zhao before leaving.

The back kitchen of the tavern looks very smoky.

The area is not large, but when you open the curtains and walk in from the side door, you can see the entire space clearly at a glance.

On the stove, a pot of boiling hot water is being heated. Various cooking tools and seasonings are placed beside the pot. Various ingredients such as rice, noodles, melons, fruits and meat occupy most of the space. Compared with the spacious hall, , slightly narrow and stuffy.

When Meng Zhao saw the hot water boiling with countless bubbles, he moved his eyes, smiled, and threw the two of them to the ground. Well, it didn't look very hygienic, it was a clean ground.

"It's still the same question as before. Who is the person you are talking about? What is his identity? What is your relationship with him? Please explain it carefully."

Meng Zhao knew that although this woman could not move her whole body, her mouth could still move.

"Hahaha, I've said it before. If you want to kill, just kill. If you want, just chop. I don't know anything."

The woman's thin back was leaning on a bundle of dried and tied firewood. Her nose was filled with a dry and strange fishy smell. She felt uncomfortable. However, if she was not even afraid of death, how could she care about these slight pains and pains? What about discomfort?

However, compared to her previous determination, the look in the landlady's eyes was still a bit forced and reluctant. It was more like a stubborn duck's mouth than a look at death.

Just as Meng Zhao thought, humans are emotional creatures and tend to get emotional.

After three minutes of blood boiling, you are not even afraid of death. This is why some bloody warriors look so tough.

But people don’t stay high forever. No matter how hot the blood is, it will always cool down, just like now.

Ignoring the woman who was trying to stay calm, Meng Zhao walked to the stove, added a fire to the bottom of the stove, then picked up a wooden ladle that was cut from dried gourds and filled it with boiling water, with scalding water still rising from it. steam.

When he walked up to the woman and saw that she still looked stubborn and unyielding, Meng Zhao smiled and slowly turned down the wooden ladle filled with boiling water in his hand. He showed no mercy at all, and his eyes were colder than ever before.

The dripping boiling water, like a thin line of pearls, looks very clear and beautiful, but it is so painful when it falls on the body.

Probably, only those who practice special skills or have a certain degree of physical strength can ignore the damage caused by boiling water, but this woman is definitely not included.

"Ah, kill me, kill me, you beast, I will never let you go even if I am a ghost!..."

The woman felt that her thighs were instantly hot and split, and the delicate flesh was severely damaged. The pain that shocked her soul caused all her panic, fear, and hatred to be vented out at once.

Tears were streaming down her face, and she was in unbearable pain. After all, she was not a strong person who had been trained in pain and torture. Just as soon as boiling water was poured on her, she had lost her mind and almost collapsed.

Strictly speaking, it was not just the damage caused by the boiling water. The psychological pressure Meng Zhao put on her was the decisive factor in the woman's collapse. The boiling water was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

Showing such an ugly, weak, and embarrassing posture is a loss of dignity.

And that's exactly what Meng Zhao wants.

In essence, he is not a cruel and cruel person, and he is not willing to use this method to torture a woman.

However, it is related to his life and his future life. He can kill gods when he blocks gods, and kill Buddha when he blocks Buddhas. He can do anything.