"If you've searched every room, there must be a basement!" I said, pointing at the small castle, my voice firm.
Because two exceptionally strong blue auras were surging skyward from the ground of the small castle, though too distant for me to discern their source.
Two, undoubtedly demons. They should be one of the three great demons, the "Mohe," mentioned in the information Helan Xue gave me.
I pulled Mengmeng over to the fake "Song Shanhe," who was already tied to a tree. Seeing me return, the fatso defiantly spat at me, which I dodged.
"If you've got the guts, kill me! Don't bother asking, I won't tell you anything!" the fatso grunted defiantly.
I looked at Mengmeng. "No choice, we'll have to force it out, use the same trick from Fanshen Village."
Mengmeng stretched out her hands, stood on her tiptoes, grabbed the fatso's shoulders, and put on a fierce, childish expression. "Ahhh, are you going to talk or not! If not, I'll eat you!"
The fatso rolled his eyes at Mengmeng. "Pah! Are you sick?"
Mengmeng's face was sprayed with his spit, and she looked confused, glancing down at herself. She slapped her forehead. "Oops, I forgot to transform!"
Two seconds later, the fatso's face turned ashen!
"Roar!" Mengmeng, in her bear form, opened her maw and spat a stream of saliva and phlegm onto the fatso's face!
"Talk or don't talk!" I asked.
"I-I won't! I won't say a word even if you kill me!" The fatso desperately twisted his head to avoid Mengmeng's sharp teeth, still struggling.
I lit a cigarette and stepped back a couple of paces, saying calmly, "Mengmeng, tear him a hundred times first."
A pair of adorable bear claws began to flail wildly, and the fatso's shirt and skin on his chest followed suit.
"Ahhh! I'll talk, I'll talk!"
Mengmeng stopped.
"Did I say you could stop? Tear him a hundred times!" I roared.
Perhaps Mengmeng hadn't seen her claws recently, or perhaps she was too tired from climbing the mountain before, but her control today wasn't as good as last time (that had been a slow slicing claw technique). After about fifty or so rips, the fatso went still, his head drooping.
Only then did I tell Mengmeng to stop. I looked at the fatso's chest; his internal organs were unharmed, and the bleeding wasn't severe. He had likely fainted from fear.
It was a shame there was no water on the mountain. Otherwise, I could have splashed a bucket of water on his head, just like in the movies, to wake him up.
Helplessly, I turned to the fake "Song Benshui" on the tree beside him. Mengmeng followed, standing beside me, greedily licking her wet, large paws.
Before I could speak, and before the fake Song Benshui could speak, the other fake Song Jinmu, likely anticipating his own tragic fate, spoke up first. "I'll talk! I'll talk!"
"It's not your turn yet! Shut up!" I rebuked. Generally, those who speak up first have limited information. This Song Benshui had just seen Mengmeng tear the fatso apart. Although he was somewhat frightened, with large beads of sweat on his face, he hadn't made a sound. I guessed he knew more than that noisy fake Song Jinmu.
I pointed at the fake Song Benshui's chest and held up three fingers. "Let's start with... hmm... thirty times. Be careful, don't tear him to death again."
"Roar!" Mengmeng raised her claws, and the fake Song Benshui shut his eyes, tensing his body, ready to receive the blow.
"Wait," I saw he still wasn't confessing and changed my mind. As the fake Song Benshui opened his eyes in confusion, he saw my fingers move half a meter lower, pointing to the area below his belt. "Tear here. Thirty times too. Be careful not to tear it off, just slice it off in pieces, like slicing a cucumber."
The fake Song Benshui's eyes narrowed, and he instinctively squeezed his legs together.
Just as Mengmeng was about to act, the fox demon arrived, holding a steel knife. He chuckled, "Old Four's claws are too thick, how can he do such delicate work? Let me handle it. I've done this before. That time I cut off seventy-two pieces, hehehe. Today, I'll challenge myself with a hundred and eight pieces!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fox demon's steel knife swept down. The fake Song Benshui yelped and quickly looked down. He saw that the buckle of his belt and the button of his trousers had been severed. Half a second later, *swish*, his trousers fell down. Seeing the fox demon slowly raise his knife again, aiming, the fake Song Benshui whimpered, his underpants stained a large patch.
"I... I'll talk... Ask what you want to ask."