There is no one around in the wind and snow, but it is the time to whisper.
In an unknown cave, Mr. Third, dressed as a scholar, held a pen in his hand and scolded Fang Qiu.
In the darkness behind him, there seemed to be a black shadow shaking, but it was still calm.
"Snowy Killing Night". As soon as the five words were written, there was a feeling of desolation as the wind and snow invaded the world and swallowed up all things.
The pen is sharp and the handwriting is continuous. There is endless murderous intention hidden in every stroke. It makes people intimidated and dare not understand the profound meaning of these five words.
It wasn't until Mr. Three finished writing that someone spoke out in the darkness: "Mr. Three, they have entered Po Meng's trap, and the rest are waiting outside the inn. Good news will come tonight."
Mr. Three nodded, indicating that he already knew.
After Yu Zhi left Kyoto, Mr. San had figured out Yu Zhi's route and arranged for people to set up an ambush on the road, waiting for Yu Zhi's arrival. He had met and fought with Yu Zhi, and he knew Yu Zhi's temperament better.
"Cut the grass and roots, and don't let anyone go." Mr. San said.
Mr. Third is still worried about this action and his own future.
Li Haomiao said that as long as he did not use strong men above the sixth level of Armor Breaking, he would not take action. But, can you believe Li Haomiao's words?
Everyone knows that he has always been a dishonest person. I promised not to set foot in Kyoto again, but I haven't come back yet. To him, the oath was bullshit.
No matter what, this matter must be done. King Chu's words are orders and Yu Zhi's reminder.
"However, there are others in the inn." The man in the darkness spoke again.
"Kill them together. What else is there to ask?"
"I'm afraid I can't kill him."
"Why?"
"The other party is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
Mr. Third frowned. This is all a troublesome matter, and even the King of Chu dare not touch His Highness the Crown Prince. To kill the prince, the Chu Dynasty will definitely investigate thoroughly. Maybe there is someone who is desperate for his life, but it is not Mr. Three.
"Only kill Yu Zhi. As for His Royal Highness, we can't touch him yet."
"yes!"
At midnight, Yu Zhi and Ye Qinghuan in the hall closed their eyes and rested, but they maintained a posture that could take action at any time.
At this time, the old woman appeared again, holding two bowls of hot soup in her hands, walking towards Yu Zhi.
"You two young masters, it's cold outside. Don't freeze after drinking the hot soup."
"Mother-in-law, it's so late, why haven't you gone to bed yet?" Yu Zhi took the hot soup.
The old woman responded: "As I get older, I sleep less. It's not just that I can't fall asleep after sleeping for a while."
Yu Zhi and Ye Qinghuan both looked at the hot soup in front of them and made no move. If you haven't eaten any of the previous meals, why would you still drink this hot soup?
The poison enters through the mouth.
"Old lady, are you alone here?"
"Yes. My wife left early, and I was the only one left."
"The world is not peaceful these days. The old woman should be careful in this wilderness."
The old woman laughed dryly and said: "The old woman doesn't have any money, but she is not afraid of bandits."
"That's true. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes." Yu Zhi said with a smile. "However, there are many ferocious beasts in the mountains, so the old woman should be careful."
The old woman sighed again, "Beasts can't be as scary as humans."
Yu Zhi and Ye Qinghuan were stunned at the same time, and heard the old woman continue: "You two young masters, drink the hot soup quickly. It won't taste good when it gets cold."
The two looked at each other, and Yu Zhiye said: "Old lady, you are right. How can a beast be scary? Therefore, I'm afraid you can't drink this bowl of hot soup."
The old woman's obscure eyes stared at Yu Zhi, and Yu Zhi looked directly at the old woman.
"Master, do you suspect that the soup is poisonous?"
Yu Zhi didn't express his position and stared directly at the old woman. This look clearly told the old woman that the soup was poisonous.
Suddenly, the old woman laughed, and her hoarse laughter spread throughout the hall.
At the same time, Yu Zhi felt that the figure of the old woman in front of him began to blur, and a feeling of fatigue enveloped his whole body. He said in horror: "Poisonous!"
"Qing Huan!"
Just when Yu Zhi reminded him, Ye Qinghuan had passed out on the table without any movement.
The old woman's hoarse laughter was particularly harsh, and she said with a proud smile: "Little guys, you think you are careful enough not to eat food or drink wine, but you didn't expect that there are mountains higher than mountains. Some poisons don't have to be entered through the mouth."
Yu Zhi suddenly looked at the hot soup in front of him. The white smoke rising was poison.
He ignored this.
"Yes, you are very smart." The old woman praised, "This is called Meng Po soup. You don't need to drink it. If you hear it, you will die."
Yu Zhi's eyes were blurred, and he was holding the edge of the table with both hands, as if he would fall down at any time.
"How despicable."
"Haha." In the killer world, "despicable" is a compliment.
"I didn't expect that despite all the precautions, I still fell into your trap." Yu Zhi said.
The old woman smiled proudly. She most liked to see people before they died. The way they begged for mercy and cried out was much more beautiful than the excerpts from Kyoto operas.
"Remember, my name is Meng Po. When you arrive in front of the King of Hell's Palace, don't forget to tell me my name."
boom!
Yu Zhi hit his head on the table and lost his breath.
Po Meng, a fifth-level armor-breaker, is a killer who is good at using poison under Mr. Three. There are many people in the world who were poisoned to death by him with a bowl of Meng Po soup.
Killing this kid can buy your freedom from Mr. Three, which is so worth it. That idiot Yi Shihuan can't even deal with this little guy. Bah, what kind of killer is he?
After getting to know Yu Zhi and Ye Qinghuan, Po Meng turned to look at Li Wantong's room. She knew that the old man guarding the door was the troublesome one.
...
Outside the inn, the wind and snow made the lights dim.
A group of killers covered in white snow lurk in the mountains and forests. The dark night is their cover, and so is the white snow.
"Why hasn't Po Meng made any move? I don't know if she succeeded?"
"It's best if she goes smoothly and saves us a lot of effort. God, why is it so cold?"
"Stop talking nonsense. It's better to save some energy and wait for Mrs. Meng to take action. We will fight out together and warm ourselves up."
The killers under Mr. Third gathered here, waiting for Yu Zhi. When Yu Zhi left Kyoto, this inn was just a wasteland.
In three days, just three days, a huge inn in the wilderness appeared out of thin air, and Yu Zhi was waiting for him.
This is Yu Zhi’s grave.
These killers all made a promise, and Mr. Three promised them freedom. This is enough to drive them crazy.
Mrs. Meng picked up a bowl of hot soup on the table and walked towards the room downstairs.
Meng Po Tang has always been unfavorable, and even had a glorious record of poisoning the eighth-level expert who opened the monument. Of course, that time the other party was unlucky and drank the entire bowl of Meng Po soup.
"Master, it's getting cold. Please drink the hot soup to warm yourself up."
He said the same words, but there was no response from Lao Huang. He only heard waves of snoring.
"You're sleeping so hard, are you really not afraid of an accident?" Po Meng muttered.
She put down the hot soup and took out the dagger from her arms. A cold light flashed across Lao Huang's eyelids!
Suddenly, Lao Huang took action!
Those old hands dodged the sharp edge of the dagger and forced themselves towards Po Meng's face without mercy.
Lao Huang is an alcoholic. He also likes to drink a bottle of wine while driving. He looks confused all day long. But over the years, he had protected Li Wantong, but he had never lost his guard.
"Master!" Po Meng was frightened and stepped back continuously. It is hard to imagine that this agile skill was performed by an old woman.
