Big Buck felt like he was being squeezed by a 10,000-ton hydraulic press.

All the secrets hidden deep in the brain are sprayed out.

The internal structure of the temple, the staffing of the guards, Kasaval's status in the Bloodhoof family, Kasaval's confidants, how many children Chief Bloodhoof has, and the relationship between these dozens of children, except for the Ironhide family.

In addition, does the Bloodhoof family have any competitors in the clan, etc.

This monster with black hair and black eyes, as he said, possesses "exquisite technology".

There were many things that Big Buck had only vaguely heard of a long time ago and had long since forgotten.

But after being manipulated by this monster, he miraculously remembered it again.

This nightmare cycle lasted for unknown length of time.

Big Buck felt that his brain and body had been literally hollowed out and turned into a shriveled skin.

Just when he thought the nightmare would never end.

Even, this is not a nightmare at all, the monster with black hair and black eyes is not a real thing, but for some reason, he fell into what the Holy Light Human Race calls "hell" and is destined to endure endless suffering.

Time of torture.

He finally heard the heavenly voice.

"Well, our work is over. Thank you for your candor, Mr. Big Buck."

The monster with black hair and black eyes said politely.

Hands as cold as surgical instruments wrapped around Big Buck's neck.

Those eyes, as deep as the night sky and shining with billions of stars, were right above Big Buck's head, looking at him calmly.

The black tide spurting out from the depths of his eyes was like lava at the end of the world, completely swallowing Big Buck's torso and limbs.

The last bit of life force made the Tauren warrior's brain wake up like a flashback.

"What...what do you want!"

He was confused and unwilling, and asked the final question, "Power? Resources? Status? Totem armor? The Bloodhoof family can give you all these things!

"Lord Kasava is recruiting experts everywhere to enrich his "Bloodskull Chapter". Even if you want a totem armor as powerful as the "Mithril Ripper", it is not impossible!

"The Bloodhoof family has sealed many ancient armors filled with evil spirits, waiting for warriors who are not afraid of death to control them!

"With your strength and means, everything you want can be obtained openly and easily in the Bloodhoof family!

"Why do you want to use such an extreme method to make yourself an enemy of the entire Bloodhoof family?"

Meng Chao lowered his eyelids.

Perhaps because this was the last question the Minotaur Warrior asked before his death.

Before taking action, he patiently explained: "Yes, I did seriously consider joining forces with the Bloodhoof clan to change the future of Turanze.

"Although the Bloodhoof clan is the most violent, reckless, and brainless among the five clans. They are used to solving all problems with brutal collisions. They don't seem to be the most perfect collaborators.

"But who told me to just drift with the tide and drift to the territory of the Bloodhoof clan?

"As long as it saves time, which is more precious than crystals, I am willing to tolerate most of your bad habits.

"It's a pity that you missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"I just said that you really shouldn't have destroyed Cailuo Village and killed and enslaved my savior."

Big Buck's eyes widened, as if he neither dared nor wanted to believe such a ridiculous answer.

"That's it?"

He murmured, "Just because we destroyed Cailuo Village, you chose to become the Bloodhoof family's... unrelenting enemy?"

Meng Chao said: "Isn't this enough?"

Big Buck's expression was in a daze, his eyes full of resentment and grievance.

He had imagined ten thousand ways to die.

From the most glorious to the most painful.

But I never thought that a majestic clan warrior would fall for such a ridiculous reason.

It was tantamount to dying indirectly at the hands of a bunch of rat people.

"They're just a bunch of rat people!"

At the end of his life, he screamed hysterically, "They are not human beings, they are just a bunch of rat people!"

"That's right."

Meng Chao sighed, "We in the previous life thought so too."

Click!

His arms suddenly exerted force and wrapped around Big Buck's neck like two curved steel bars. After twisting it into a twist, he continued to twist it hard.

Big Buck's thick neck, along with the carotid artery and cervical vertebrae, were all twisted to pieces.

The wide-eyed bull's head first rotated 180 degrees clockwise, and then continued to rotate 180 degrees in the same direction.

When the angle of the bull's head returned to normal, the bull's eyes, full of confusion and unwillingness, had lost all their luster.

Meng Chao was still uneasy.

He pressed his knees against Big Buck's shoulders, pulled the bull's head together with the cervical vertebrae, and pulled it out half an arm's length from the cavity.

Next, he spent five minutes packing up the body and everything.

Pack up those small and exquisite tools and the fragments of the totem armor and take them away.

Then he checked the mechanism he had carefully set up.

Make sure that this mechanism can be opened at the entrance and exit on both sides of the secret passage. When a large amount of oxygen flows in, the grease mixed with chemical substances will automatically ignite.

The entire room, Big Buck's body, and the equipment left here were all charred and burned to pieces within half a minute. They were burned to the point of being twisted and deformed, making it impossible to tell the history.

Then he shook his hood and cloak and walked out of the room.

Outside is a long and narrow corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a half-excavated branch road that has been stopped for unknown reasons.

At the end of the fork in the road, there was a drunk and unconscious guy huddled in the corner.

He had a three-layer hood on his head and his face could not be seen clearly.

But through his sloping shoulders, black claws, slender tail, and clothes, you can still tell that he is the real sugar house boy.

It was he who told Meng Chao the whereabouts of Big Buck, the name of the sugar house, and the existence of this secret passage.

Meng Chao rolled several stacked mandala leaves into a long tube, lit the end, and placed it under the tip of the rat man's nose through the hood.

The hood can only block sight, not smoke.

The pungent smell made the rat man sneeze several times in his sleep, and he slowly woke up.

Realizing where he was, the rat boy immediately started to squirm uneasily.

"Don't worry, it's all over."

Meng Chao raised his left thumb and pressed it firmly against his Adam's apple.

When speaking, his thumb trembled slightly, and his real voice suddenly changed into a sharp and sharp drake voice.

"I won't kill you, but whether you can save your own life depends on you."

Meng Chao said, "If you want to survive, just take a deep breath, stay calm, and listen carefully to what I say next, okay?"

The rat man nodded slightly.

Somewhat panicked, I took a deep breath with some difficulty.

"Take another breath and spit it out slowly," Meng Chao said.

At the same time, he grabbed the rat boy's wrist and checked his pulse.

The rat boy took a second deep breath.

"Very good, do it again, three times in a row. It's very good. Your breathing and heartbeat have gradually stabilized. Your mentality is very good. I think you can survive."

Meng Chao waited for the Rat Man boy to take five deep breaths in a row. When his shoulders stopped shaking and his pulse became more stable, he continued, "There is a corpse at the other end of the secret passage. You should be able to guess who it is, but please believe it.

I, for the sake of your own life, there is no need for you to see his miserable state.

"What you need to do most now is to leave here without knowing it, and do what you originally wanted to do as if nothing had happened. Today is your day off. You originally wanted to go to Dirty Harry's Tavern for a drink, right?

"

The rat boy nodded.

"Then go, it's still early, enough for you to have another round of drinks, get drunk, and sleep until dawn next to the garbage dump in the back alley of the pub."

Meng Chao said, "Then, with red eyes and a headache, you go back to the sugar house and forget everything that happened today.

"No, nothing happened today. You don't know anything, you haven't done anything, and you don't care about anything.
To be continued...