Perhaps it was Meng Yao’s surprised expression that amused her, the little girl named Qingping had an arrogant look on her face, "Now you know fear? It’s too late! The damage you’ve caused us, even killing you is not enough to make up for it. Of course, killing you would be too easy!"
She was young, yet full of hostility, one could imagine the environment this little girl grew up in.
Killing her would be too easy.
So, they did not plan to kill her, they had other plans in mind.
"You’ve captured me, surely not just to say such harsh words. If you really intended to kill me, you wouldn’t be wasting so much time talking. So, what do you want? If by chance I’m sensible and willing to cooperate, wouldn’t that be great for everyone?" Meng Yao said calmly.
"You would cooperate?" Qingping subconsciously questioned.
"This woman is cunning, Qingping, don’t be deceived by her sweet talk!" The woman said urgently.
"Mother, don’t worry, of course I won’t be deceived by her." Qingping sneered, "You want to cooperate? That depends on whether we’re willing to allow it! Besides, you’re at a disadvantage now, what qualifications do you have to negotiate?"
Meng Yao wasn’t idle, even though she voluntarily submitted herself alone. But she wasn’t fighting this battle alone, she had the system space at least.
While chatting with these people, the system had already determined how she was poisoned.
Two substances that are harmless on their own.
When mixed, they can dissolve a person’s inner strength, a nemesis to martial artists.
In the system’s words, this thing is useless, to someone without inner strength, it’s of no use at all.
She had decent skills, but she didn’t have inner strength, she excelled at close combat, using her strength and technique.
So this carefully devised poison couldn’t harm her.
"I understand now, it was Meng Ruyu, right? Her ultimate goal yesterday in coming to see me wasn’t to ask for money to save someone, but to make me inhale poison, wasn’t it?" Meng Yao finally understood the scene with Meng Ruyu yesterday, "The silver for her to save her mother, that was from you all, right?"
The woman gave Meng Yao a deep look, "You really are clever."
Meng Yao’s heart suddenly lit up, "The Temple Master of White Cloud Temple is in league with you guys?"
"You could even think of that, indeed, Wu Kong falling at your hands wasn’t in vain." There was a hint of admiration in the woman’s tone.
Meng Yao was shocked in her heart, it seemed that the Taoist might not just be the temple’s Temple Master.
From the tone of the woman’s speech, she seemed to be Wu Kong’s superior.
Wu Kong must belong to some organization.
Judging from the great loss mentioned by the girl Qingping, Wu Kong should have contributed to the organization.
Wu Kong had ancestral methods and medicines for taming beasts, and judging from the villagers’ behavior on that day, those medicines could definitely work on humans.
Using people’s awe and fear of ghosts and spirits, Wu Kong easily accumulated fame and could easily acquire much silver.
Moreover, with his methods, he could even engage in human trafficking.
"I’m curious, Wu Kong’s methods never failed before. Why is it that they suddenly didn’t work on you?" Qingping asked.
Meng Yao grinned, revealing her white teeth, her tone low, "Didn’t Wu Kong ever tell you guys that I’m a monster?"
Indeed, Meng Yao’s expression and tone made one feel eerie.
At least, it scared Qingping.
The person fell backward, and if it weren’t for the woman supporting her, she would have surely hit her head on the carriage compartment.
"So timid, yet spouting harsh words?" Meng Yao chuckled.
Qingping’s face was angry, knowing she had been played by this woman.
"Hasn’t anyone ever told you? When you’re at a disadvantageous position, you should act honestly, to avoid unnecessary suffering." The woman spoke with a sinister tone.
Meng Yao was now sure that this woman was the leader of these people.
She understood the principle of capturing the leader first to capture the thieves.
No one expected that even though Meng Yao was in a perilous situation, she could still suddenly take action.
Yes, she suddenly sprang up, attacking the woman’s face.
While the woman was resisting, Meng Yao successfully squeezed open her jaw, throwing a pill into her mouth, the kind that melts on contact.
After that, she retreated back, leaning against the carriage.
Even when facing several knives in front of her, she remained expressionless.
The woman used her hand to try to induce vomiting but spat nothing out.
"What did you feed me?" The woman’s face looked a bit panicked.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s just some medicine." Meng Yao said lightly, "I’m just returning the courtesy, otherwise, how discourteous would it be? Rest assured, my medicine won’t kill you, even without an antidote it’s fine, it’ll just make you suffer for seven days."
The medicine was given by the system, with a straightforward name, called Seven-Day Itch.
As the name suggests, it’s a medicine that when ingested makes one itch all over, and if you don’t take the antidote, it’ll just itch for seven days.
The woman sighed slightly.
Meng Yao continued, "Terribly itchy all over, so far, I haven’t heard of anyone who took this Seven-Day Itch enduring it. Everyone scratches themselves until their flesh is festering, disfigured, with not a piece of skin intact."
"Compared to living, isn’t this little suffering nothing, right?" When Meng Yao asked this question, her tone was light and her smile was bright.
Not to mention how much suffering the festering flesh would bring, just the final result, what woman could bear it?
No piece of skin entire, how would one face others?
What woman could endure that?
Moreover, usually, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she cares about her appearance.
Like the rather attractive woman in front of her.
"What do you want?" The woman gritted her teeth and asked.
She had no doubt about the authenticity of the medicine, because she already felt that sensation of ants crawling on her.
She forced herself not to scratch.
"Didn’t want anything, just wanted to slightly reverse my situation. After all, this way, our positions are more equal. Communication will be more balanced." Meng Yao smiled, "I, for one, always respond better to kindness than to force."
"I advise you to quickly hand over the antidote, otherwise, you won’t end well."
Due to anger, the little girl’s voice was sharp.
"Though you have more people, I’m not afraid." Meng Yao said nonchalantly, "Before I die, taking you all down with me is within my capability. One of me for seven of you, I’m not at a loss."
Meng Yao’s demeanor was rational yet relaxed, without a hint of panic.
The more she behaved this way, the more unpredictable she became.
The woman’s eyes slowly filled with hesitation.
"You’re already marked in the cult, including your family." The woman said, "If you perish with us, the cult suffers too much loss, the cult protectors won’t forgive them."
Meng Yao squinted her eyes, an intense aura instantly erupted from her.
"Are you threatening me with my family?"