I said, "Don't you think it's too late to make this request to me now? Since we have arrived at this place, there is definitely no reason to look back."

I can't convince myself to go back at this time.

Mr. Zhao obviously knew that it would be the answer, and the expression on his face was still very calm.

He said to me, "I brought you to this place, and it is not necessary to ask you. The main purpose is to discuss with you. If you disagree, I will not force you."

This person looks calm and does not look like a big ups and downs, which is very surprising when he sees it.

But I still remain highly vigilant about this person, because I know very well that the more dangerous the person is, the less I will not expose myself to others.

Mr. Zhao said to me: "I believe that this laboratory is not unfamiliar to you. Last time you accidentally removed the poison in your body. It should have happened in my studio, right?"

I don’t know why Mr. Zhao brought up the old story again?

I said, "Your work is certainly unforgettable to me, because I know that this is a cannibalistic studio."

When Mr. Zhao was detoxifying for him, he used several monkeys to test the medicine.

The tragic situation at that time is still a bit unforgettable when I think about it now.

Monkeys are also life. Sometimes, in order to save their lives, people will harm the lives of other animals. This is a very selfish behavior. Although they have gained benefits, it is not good in the end.

Mr. Zhao smiled and said, "You don't need to sarcastically mock me. I invite you, not to mock me."

He opened a secret compartment in the studio and brought me into the secret compartment.

Walking to the dark square behind, the scene in front of you makes people look a little creepy.

I saw that there was an unknown potion soaking some human heads in each jar.

These people look very young and have long hair, and they look like young girls.

This dark grid looks like it is about thirty square meters. Every time it goes to the wall, there is a shelf. There are about ten bottles placed on each shelf, and the bottles are soaked in the bottles.

It looks like a head exhibition room, which is really a bit numb.

I asked Mr. Zhao: "Why did you bring me here? What is the soaked in the jar?"

Mr. Zhao sat down in the middle of the room.

There were two chairs here, and two empty chairs, as if they were placed here specifically for the two of them.

After Mr. Zhao sat down, he signaled me to sit down with him: "Let's stare together, how desperate the people soaked in the jar were when they died."

This is a stare of death that not many people can experience.

I swept around the jars.

Just a glance can make you creepy. How could you stare at me for a long time? And just as I walked in, I felt the urge to leave.

He said to Mr. Zhao: "I don't have time to do such boring things with you. If you want to say anything, just say it earlier. If you don't want to say anything, I'm leaving this place."

I expressed my meaning to Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao said to me: "Young man, you can't be so impulsive when doing things. Why are you so impatient? Don't you know, did I invite you in to have a drink?"

What a joke, this is a head exhibition room. Is this a man crazy when drinking in the head exhibition room?

I spread my hands helplessly: "Okay, even if you invited me in to drink, then there is no wine here. Do you let me drink air?"

Actually, I don’t want to drink any alcohol. I just want to leave the room as soon as possible and don’t want to stare at those heads, because those people can make my scalp numb.

This feeling is very bad.

But after saying that, Mr. Zhao got up and did something that made his scalp even more numb.

Mr. Zhao took out two cups from somewhere. With these two cups, Mr. Zhao walked to a shelf on the left.

Two cups of liquid were directly produced from the jar on the highest shelf.

Mr. Zhao handed the liquid to soak the human head to me.

I smelled the pungent smell of white wine. It turned out that all these heads were soaked in white wine, just like the Chinese medicinal materials soaked in Chinese.

Mr. Zhao said to me: "It's the old wine that has gone into the ages, you can try it."

I was stunned on the spot.

I never thought that this person was so crazy that he could use human heads to make wine, and even brought me to the wine jar and let me drink this wine myself.

Staring at the wine glass in Mr. Zhao's hand, he immediately stayed on the spot.

It’s not right to advance, nor to retreat.

Seeing me dazed in front of me, Mr. Zhao laughed twice.

He held the cup inside his right hand, suddenly raised it to his mouth, and drank the wine inside the cup in one go.

Mr. Zhao smashed his mouth: "Good wine, good wine, it's really good wine. This taste is only found in heaven. How many times can I see it in the world?"

He actually drank and recited poems and wrote them together.

But I was almost broken: "You should take that thing away quickly. I won't drink this kind of wine even if I beat you to death."

I have seen others soaking wine with snakes and worms and centipedes before, but I have never seen anyone soaking wine with human heads.

I always saw it with my own eyes today.

This kind of seeing with my own eyes is a shocking insight, and it will definitely be excluded from the first consciousness of my heart. For me, this kind of wine is a kind of hatred from the heart.

Especially when looking at those people who die with their eyes open, how could they drink it?

The heads of these people are the wronged souls. I really don’t know why these young girls lost their lives and why they were soaked in this wine.

I gritted my teeth and asked, "Where did these heads come from? Why do you soak other people's heads in wine? Don't you know what it is like to do this?"

This is a question that faces the soul directly.

But when faced with my questioning, the other party seemed not interested and didn't care at all.

Mr. Zhao drank another glass of wine and said to me with a sarcastic sense: "If you don't dare to drink my wine, I can't waste it. You can't miss such a delicious wine. I really admire you very much."

Maybe, only Mr. Zhao himself thinks that this wine is delicious.

But I was still asking: "Tell me your honesty, where did these heads come from? These girls look so young, why don't you let them be buried?"

If a person dies, loses his life, loses everything.

The body may be his last dignity, but when a person's body is soaked in wine like this, it is enjoyed as a taste.

That is the greatest respect for the dead.

Although I am the kind of person who is not particular about the details, I still have a bottom line in my heart. I am always just and don’t want to stand with the devil.

In my opinion, Mr. Zhao is no different from a demon when he desecrated his body so much.

When Mr. Zhao saw that I seemed to be getting angry, he asked me to sit down again in order to relieve my mood.

He said to me, "Maybe I say you don't believe it. I can let the heads of these girls be in wine to save the souls of these girls."

This is simply nonsense. Soaking other people's heads in wine, and even speaking here is a lie, saying that it is to save other people's souls.

Everyone else is dead. Even if the soul is degenerate, there is no need to soak others in wine and enjoy it, right?

I said, "Don't talk nonsense with me, you have to tell me where these heads came from?"

Looking at the heads all over the room, I did feel an uneasy feeling in my heart. This emotion has dominated the entire brain and I feel that I can no longer control myself.

In every pair of empty eyes, there is a desire for life, but they are facing despair. This desire and despair will form a violent collision.

The pair of longing eyes in front of you are the biggest impact on your heart, which is as strong as an magnitude 8 earthquake.

I feel that it is necessary to find out the identities of these heads and give these girls justice.

Mr. Zhao sneered: "If I told you that they were willing to be soaked in wine by me, what would you think of me?"

"Then give me a knife, and I will let you die willingly in my hands, because the knife was given to me, so you did not kill me, but you died under your own knife. Do you think you will sound satisfied if I do this?"

I refuted Mr. Zhao in the way Mr. Zhao spoke.

After hearing what I said, Mr. Zhao laughed, and then pulled out a shiny dagger from behind the chair.

Mr. Zhao handed the dagger to me: "If you want to use the knife I handed you to end my life, I am very happy to cooperate, but I don't know if you dare to end my life."

I was surprised.

Why don’t I know that Mr. Zhao would do this trick with me? It seems that Mr. Zhao has already known this a long time ago, and I will say this in front of him.

Mr. Zhao took out this knife and his intention was very clear. He wanted to block my mouth by using the method of rebelling me.

Looking at the shaky dagger in front of me, I felt a little difficult to get off.

Seeing the embarrassing expression on my face, Mr. Zhao smiled and looked a little proud.

He shook the dagger in his hand and said to me, "Did you never go astray? Do you think your stern way will work forever?"

I don’t know why Mr. Zhao suddenly asked this, and some of these questions were so hard that he couldn’t answer them.

My mind is a little confused now because the other party doesn't play according to the norm, which makes me lose my mind all of a sudden.

Although I had many questions in my heart to ask, but when facing Mr. Zhao in front of me, I felt that although the problem had reached my mouth, I couldn't even speak a word.

The two of them looked at each other for about seven or eight minutes, and then Mr. Zhao slowly said to me: "If I can't stop you, then you have to promise me a condition. You can go to this place for adventure, but you must bring my people with you."

"Do you want to use your people to monitor us?"

I asked back.

Mr. Zhao pointed to the bottles and jars in the room and the heads in the bottles and jars: "Don't you want to know where these heads come from? Then let me tell you this. If you promise to bring my people with you, I will tell you all the origins of these heads after you come back from the expedition."

I understand.

The reason why Mr. Zhao kept me indifferent is because he wanted to use this condition to make us agree to our own conditions.

It is obvious that when we went to Shengxu this time, Mr. Zhao obviously wanted to make a fuss.

I don’t know what medicine is sold in Mr. Zhao’s gourd?
Chapter completed!