Chu Qianqiu has always been very cautious in doing things, especially after coming to this world, he became a little cautious and obsessive-compulsive.
After he has asked the prisoner for information, he always confirms it again and tries to find ways to squeeze out more information.
After several iterations, he confirmed that Bei Gongwang's information and secrets were correct, and then he thought of a new way to squeeze information.
This method is my father-in-law.
With the strength of my father-in-law, it is very likely that he can dig out more information than himself, so why should he fight alone?
So Chu Qianqiu once again relied on the poisonous medicine obtained from Xiao Changfeng and the poisonous insects obtained from Miss Yuan Qin to bring down the three Beigong brothers and sisters, and then took them to the Huang Mansion.
"What a thief!" Huang Qianhu was extremely cold and angry. Any father who heard that someone was plotting to plot against his son-in-law or daughter would also have the same expression.
If the three Beigong brothers and sisters were allowed to fall into the hands of Huang Qianhu, they would definitely be unable to survive or die.
"Uncle, these three are all disciples of the Tianjian Sect. There is sword energy in the ancestral aperture between their eyebrows that can be used to commit suicide."
"That would be too cheap for them."
Chu Qianqiu reminded carefully.
He himself had a way to attack the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows and draw in the huge murderous aura, but this would only cause the consciousness of Bei Gongwang and others to collapse, preventing them from obtaining any effective information.
"My nephew is right, let me give it a try."
At this time, Huang Qianhu's third eye seemed to open between his eyebrows, and a monster that looked like a dream-eating tapir emerged from the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows.
The dream-eating tapir seemed to have just woken up. It shook itself up and yawned, looking very alive.
Then the dream-eating tapir walked into Beigong Wang, who was still in a coma, step by step, with a step that was not recognized by its relatives, and with a very arrogant attitude, and burrowed into the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows.
"Uncle, what is this?" Chu Qianqiu was surprised. He didn't expect his father-in-law to have such means.
"When the innate path reaches its extreme, the martial phase will begin to condense. Initially, the primeval fetus of the martial phase will be conceived in the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows."
Huang Qianhu had long regarded Chu Qianqiu as one of his own, especially since he was already an innate master and would have to practice martial arts sooner or later, so seeing his curiosity, he explained the martial arts in Lihen Palace.
"The martial arts in Lihen Palace are divided into two paths, the path of love and the path of ruthlessness."
"Leave aside the ruthless path, which leaves no emotion except hatred, and hates heaven and earth and all living beings."
"The emotions of a sentient being can be too strong and even get out of control, which is also a very dangerous existence."
"As the saying goes, one is passionate but one is annoyed by ruthlessness. The paths between the two can be interchanged."
"Because we have feelings, we are ruthless, right?"
Chu Qianqiu nodded somewhat understandingly and asked his father-in-law.
"Yes, it is true."
"In the past, there was a white-haired witch in the Palace of Lihen. She practiced the Way of Sentence, and later she became a ruthless goddess. She killed too many people and brought disaster to the Palace of Lihen."
Huang Qianhu is not considered the orthodox heir of the Palace of Lihen, but rather he got the inheritance stone by chance, and then embarked on the path of martial arts in the Palace of Lihen.
As for the shortcoming that the martial arts in the Lihen Palace can easily get out of control, for most martial artists, it is a problem that does not need to be considered.
Because most warriors are not even qualified to practice advanced martial arts, my father-in-law will naturally not give up if he has the opportunity to obtain a martial arts that is comparable to the supreme sect's tome.
"Not to mention these digressions, because the path of emotion greatly improves the abundance of emotions, my uncle has practiced two methods to solve it."
"One is to also practice the "Bingpo Manual" to suppress your mind and prevent yourself from losing control."
"The other one is the Yuan Fei Dream-eating Tapir of the Prime Minister. It can not only be used to eat dreams, but can also swallow too many emotions and control people's emotions."
"Like now." Huang Qianhu sneered twice, controlling the dream-eating tapir that was spiritually linked to him, Beigong Wang suddenly woke up as if he had been stimulated.
"Huang Qianhu?"
Bei Gongwang suddenly felt a huge fear. Originally, he had the ability to commit suicide by using the sword energy from the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows.
This is a very unique method of Tianjian Sect, and it is difficult for ordinary martial arts masters to stop it.
But now he doesn't want to die, he wants to live.
"Are you feeling very scared?"
"You don't want to die, right?"
No, I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of death!
Beigong Wang was a tough guy, a desperado who could commit suicide without hesitation, a disciple of Tianjian Sect, but now he was like a rabbit in front of a tiger, trembling.
The father-in-law began to release murderous intent. This murderous intent was not much, and it only slightly stimulated Bei Gongwang's eyebrow aperture.
"Ah!"
Miserable screams resounded in the hall of the Huang Mansion, and the iron-clad man looked so helpless at this time.
"Who is the broker you contacted? If you tell me, I will spare your life." The dream-eating tapir that Huang Qianhu injected into the ancestral orifice of Beigong Wangmei can swallow people's emotions, and it can also amplify people's emotions.
It ate up all Bei Gongwang's emotions except fear, and amplified fear without limit, the fear of death.
"I, I, I don't know his real name."
"I, I really don't know." Bei Gongwang's teeth were chattering and creaking. He did not expect that he would lose the courage to fight at this time.
"One Sword Dominates"
"What are his characteristics, how old is he, what is his height and weight?"
"He calls himself Tao Wanwan. Every time we meet he uses a disguise and a secret code. I don't know his real name or his true appearance."
"What's the code?"
"He has a dove in his hand, and he will come to me every once in a while and give me new codes."
Really careful enough.
Huang Qianhu and Chu Qianqiu carefully questioned Bei Gongwang again until they confirmed that he did not know any more information.
"His emotions have been broken, but I promised not to kill him."
"So my dear nephew, let him have a good time."
After Huang Qianhu's interrogation, he sat on the chair sweating profusely, waiting for the dream-eating tapir to come back and crawl back into the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows.
Chu Qianqiu nodded and said the last words to Bei Gongwang:
"I will help you with the Beigong Chamber of Commerce. Please go all the way."
After saying that, Chu Qianqiu sent the other party on his way again.
"Uncle, are we going to find Tao Wanwan now?"
"The information from brokers is no worse than ours, especially those who do a lot of business."
"If we look for Tao Wanwan blatantly, he will receive the news the next moment."
Huang Qianhu shook his head. He was not dazzled by hatred, but analyzed it very calmly.
"We have to do it slowly. Xiao Changfeng will be more familiar with this circle of brokers. Let him help with the investigation."
"Keep the trend of tightening inside and loosening outside. The wedding will be held as usual. On the territory of our Shenwei Army, we will lure these people out and deal with them at once."
"But a little safety?" Chu Qianqiu said worriedly.
"My dear nephew, have you forgotten that the Yuanyang Sect has trained several substitutes?"