Big Buck felt as if he was being squeezed by a 10,000-ton hydraulic press.
All the secrets hidden in the depths of his brain were ejected out.
The internal structure of the temple, the guards, Casava's position in the Bloodhoof Family, Casava's trusted subordinates, the number of children the Bloodhoof Chief had, the relationship between the dozens of children, other than the Ironhide Family, whether the Bloodhoof Family had any competitors in the clan, and so on.
This black-haired and black-eyed monster, just like he said, had mastered "exquisite and peerless technology".
Many of these things, Big Buck had only vaguely heard about them a long time ago and had long forgotten about them.
However, after being tormented by this monster, he miraculously remembered something.
The nightmarish cycle lasted for an unknown amount of time.
Big Buck felt that his brain and body were literally hollowed out and turned into a shriveled bag of skin.
Just when he thought that the nightmare would never end,
In fact, this was not a nightmare at all. The black-haired, black-eyed monster was not something that existed in reality. Instead, he had fallen into the "hell" that the Holy Light humans spoke of for some reason, and he was destined to endure endless torture.
He finally heard a voice that sounded like the sound of nature.
"Alright, our work is over. Thank you for your honesty, Mr. Big Buck."
The black-haired and black-eyed monster said politely.
His cold hands that were like surgical instruments wrapped around Big Buck's neck.
The pair of eyes that were as deep as the night sky and shining with billions of stars looked at Big Buck calmly above his head.
The black tide that gushed out from the depths of the eyes was like lava from the end of the world, completely swallowing Big Buck's torso and limbs.
The last bit of vitality allowed the Minotaur Warrior's brain to become clear-headed as if it was the final radiance of the setting sun.
"What... what do you want!?"
He was confused and unwilling. He threw out his last question. "Power? Resources? Status? Totemic armor? The Bloodhoof Family can give you all these things!
"Lord Casava is recruiting experts everywhere to strengthen his' Bloodskull Squad '. Even if you want a totemic armor as powerful as the' Mithril Ripper ', it's not impossible!
"The Bloodhoof Clan has sealed many ancient armors surrounded by evil spirits, waiting for brave warriors who are not afraid of death to control them!
"With your strength and ability, you can obtain everything you want openly and easily in the Bloodhoof Clan!
"Why did you use such an extreme method to make the entire Bloodhoof Clan your enemy?"
Meng Chao looked down.
Perhaps it was because this was the Ox-head warrior's last question before he died.
Before he exerted his strength, he patiently explained, "That's right. At the start, I did seriously consider allying with the Bloodhoof Clan to change the future of Turanze.
"Although the Bloodhoof Clan is the most violent, reckless, and brainless among the five great clans, and is used to using brute force to solve all problems, they don't seem to be the most perfect partners.
"But who told me to drift with the current and float into the territory of the Bloodhoof Clan?
"As long as you can save time, which is more precious than crystals, I am willing to tolerate most of your bad habits.
"Unfortunately, you've missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"As I said just now, you really shouldn't have destroyed Colored Luo Village, killed and enslaved my savior."
Big Buck widened his eyes, as if he did not dare and did not want to believe that there was such a ridiculous answer.
"That's it?"
He mumbled, "Because we destroyed Colored Luo Village, you chose to become the Bloodhoof Clan's … mortal enemy?"
Meng Chao said, "Isn't that enough?"
Big Buck's expression was dazed. His eyes were filled with anger and grievance.
He had imagined ten thousand ways he could die.
From the most glorious to the most painful.
However, he had never thought that an awe-inspiring clan warrior would actually fall for such a ridiculous reason.
It was the same as indirectly dying in the hands of a group of rat people.
"They are just a group of rat people!"
At the end of his life, he let out a hysterical roar. "They are not humans, they are just a group of rat people!"
"That's right."
Meng Chao sighed. "In my previous life, we thought so too."
Crack!
He exerted strength in his arms and wrapped them around Big Buck's neck like two twisted steel bars. After twisting them into a dough twist, he continued to twist them.
Big Buck's thick neck, carotid artery, and cervical vertebrae were all twisted to pieces.
The bull's head with its eyes wide open first turned one hundred and eighty degrees clockwise, then turned one hundred and eighty degrees in the same direction.
When the bull's head turned back to normal, the bull's eyes, which were filled with confusion and indignation, had lost all their luster.
Meng Chao was still worried.
He pressed his knees against Big Buck's shoulders and pulled the bull's head and cervical vertebrae out half an arm's length.
Then, he used five minutes to pack up the corpse and everything else.
He packed up the small and exquisite tools and the Totem Armor fragments and took them away.
Then, he checked the mechanism he had carefully set up.
He made sure that this mechanism could be opened at the entrances and exits on both sides of the secret tunnel. When a large amount of oxygen poured in, it would automatically ignite the oil mixed with chemicals.
The entire room, Big Buck's corpse, and the equipment left here were all burned to a crisp in half a minute. They were burned so distorted that no one could tell where they came from.
Then, he shook his cloak and walked out of the room.
Outside was a long and narrow tunnel.
At the end of the tunnel was a fork in the road that had been half-excavated for some unknown reason.
At the end of the fork, there was an unconscious man who reeked of alcohol curled up in the corner.
His head was covered with three layers of hoods, so his face could not be seen clearly.
But through his slanted shoulders, black claws, long and thin tail, and his clothes, he could still be recognized as the real servant of the sugar house.
He was also the one who told Meng Chao about Big Buck's whereabouts, the name of the sugar house, and the existence of this secret tunnel.
Meng Chao rolled a few Mandala leaves together into a long tube and lit the end. Then, with the hood over his head, he placed it under the ratman servant's nose.
The hood could only block his vision, but it could not block the smoke.
The pungent odor made the rat-man servant sneeze a few times in his sleep, and he slowly woke up.
When he realized where he was, the ratman servant immediately squirmed uneasily.
"Don't worry, it's all over."
Meng Chao raised his left thumb and pressed it against his Adam's apple.
When he spoke, his thumb trembled a little, and his real voice instantly changed into a sharp and shrill voice.
"I won't kill you, but it's up to you whether you can keep yourself alive," Meng Chao said.
"If you want to live, take a deep breath, stay calm, and listen to what I'm going to say next, okay?"
The ratman servant nodded slightly.
He was a little flustered, and with great difficulty, he sucked in a deep breath.
"Take another breath and exhale slowly," Meng Chao said.
At the same time, he grabbed the ratman servant's wrist and checked his pulse.
The ratman servant took a second deep breath.
"Good. Do it again. Do it three times in a row. Not bad. Your breathing and heartbeat are gradually calming down. You're in a good state of mind. I think you can survive."
Meng Chao waited for the ratman servant to take five deep breaths in a row. When his shoulders no longer trembled and his pulse became steadier, he continued, "There's a corpse at the other end of the tunnel. You should be able to guess who it is, but trust me, for the sake of your life, there's no need for you to look at him.
"What you need to do the most right now is to leave this place without anyone noticing and do what you wanted to do as if nothing had happened. You're off today, so you wanted to go to Dirty Harry's Tavern to drink, right?"
The ratman servant nodded.
"Then go. It's still early, so you can drink one more time and get drunk. Then, you can sleep next to the trash pile at the back of the tavern until morning," Meng Chao said.
"Then, with bloodshot eyes and a headache, you can go back to Sugar House and forget everything that happened today.
"No, nothing happened today. You don't know anything, you didn't do anything, and nothing has anything to do with you.
"Practically everyone in Sugar House knows about the existence of the tunnel and Big Buck's whereabouts.
"Perhaps I found someone else and learned about it from someone else. I just wanted to confirm it with you.
"This guy's death will bring some minor trouble, but the trouble won't last for long. After all, the boss of Sugar House and the important people who often visit Sugar House are best at solving trouble.
"Moreover, it won't be long before the Blood Hoof Army will move out. The entire Blackhorn City will turn out in full strength. At that time, this small trouble will be like a broken wave, disappearing without a trace in the raging waves of the battlefield.
"This means that you just need to constantly remind yourself to last through this period of time, understand?"
The ratman servant nodded again.
Now, he was much calmer.
Meng Chao smiled and patted the ratman servant's shoulder gently.
Then, he stuffed a bone coin that could be seen everywhere without a trace and was not very valuable. It was just enough to buy a meal of wine, and it was stuffed into the ratman servant's clothes.
"Even though you're a lowly ratman who works as a servant in Sugar House, to you, your life is a priceless treasure," Meng Chao said seriously to the ratman servant.
He said to the rat-man servant very seriously, "So, do your best, you must survive!"
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