Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

Hu Wanwan was of course disappointed. Although he placed most of his expectations on his eldest son, it did not mean that he had completely given up on his younger son.

He does not expect Hu Yingming to be a hero who makes huge waves and stands at the top of the times. At the very least, he should assess the situation and have a clear mind.

In the current situation, Meng Zhao is obviously taking advantage of their desire to survive and squeezing out all their value by consuming them bit by bit.

The roster is gone. Do you still want to use your own money to bury yourself?

Seeing Hu Wanwan looking at him like this, Hu Yingming was in a state of confusion. His whole body was driven by a huge wave of resentment and fear, and he shouted,

“Dad, think about it, if you hadn’t provoked the Meng family, how could we have ended up where we are today?

I'm still so young, and I don't want to die, so just be kind and help me beg Mr. Meng to spare my life. "

Hu Baiwan didn't speak, but looked at Hu Yingming indifferently, with a hint of sadness and relief. This should not be just his idea, but the idea of ​​many people.

Yes, if he hadn't been obsessed with it and believed Meng Qinghuai's lies, thinking about using a chess piece in his hand to become the second master of the Meng family, how could so many changes have happened?

No magic bat will appear, no secret of holding the key to Tu Xiu’s treasure will be revealed, and no one will be targeted and suppressed by the Meng family...

But, even so, he had no regrets.

Because everything is just a matter of victory or defeat, just four words.

He lost, so today's situation is there. If he wins, the profit in the future will be a thousand times what he paid.

As businessmen, different people have different styles. Some are cautious, while others are bold and adventurous. But he was willing to take high risks in exchange for high returns, but he failed this time.

Of course, he would not say this to his stupid son, because it was unnecessary and Hu Yingming couldn't listen to these words at all.

Seeing that Hu Wanwan was indifferent, Hu Yingming turned his eyes to Meng Zhao in disappointment. Thinking of something, his knees softened and he knelt down directly in the direction of Meng Zhao. He kowtowed several times and said,

"Mr. Meng, Master Meng, please spare my life. I don't want to die.

Our Hu family still has money. As long as you let me go, all the money will be yours.

If you are worried about my future revenge, you can abolish my martial arts, you can let me be your dog, as long as you give me a way to survive, you can do anything..."

Hu Yingming's sudden encounter made Meng Zhao and others stunned. They had seen many shameless people, but this was the first time they had seen someone who ignored their dignity to such an extent and was almost crazy and foolish just to survive.

Meng Zhao finally saw clearly the true nature of Hu Yingming. He was fierce in appearance but weak in heart. When he was in power, he could be more vicious than anyone else, but once he lost power, he would be weaker than anyone else. There was no limit.

This is a complete coward, a weak person in nature. If he hadn't taken advantage of his father, he wouldn't even be qualified to stand in front of Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao did not answer, but looked at Hu Wanwan quietly. If his son did this, what would he choose?

The next moment, Meng Zhao's expression changed. Not only him, but also Yang Jiu and Lu Zhong looked at Hu Wanwan in shock.

He first walked heavily to Hu Yingming's side, looked at his son carefully, pulled him up from the ground, and dusted off his knees with a warm and loving gesture.

Hu Yingming was manipulated by him like a marionette, feeling dizzy and his mind went blank.

Just when everyone thought he would appease their son, unexpectedly, this wealthy man in the city, a wealthy businessman from Jizhou, made a choice that no one could have imagined.

The smile did not change, the love in his eyes did not diminish, but he used all his strength to slap Hu Yingming on the forehead.

Even though Hu Wanwan is not a martial arts master, he has countless money in his hands, and with the resources he can accumulate, he can build up a master's level of cultivation.

In addition, Hu Yingming's internal energy was dispersed by Meng Zhao's medicine. After increasing and decreasing, this palm sent Hu Yingming back to the west without any accidents. As for the cruelty and bloodshed of the scene, it is inconvenient to say more.

Meng Zhao believed that Hu Wanwan had done this kind of thing all the time. In this world of martial arts and sages, the accumulation of primitive capital was bound to be accompanied by bloodshed.

But, this time, he killed his own son. Killing a father and his son was extremely against human ethics. What on earth was he thinking?

In fact, things like fathers and sons and brothers killing each other are not uncommon since ancient times, especially in the families of the royal family, the powerful, and the wealthy.

Take the Meng family for example. If Meng Jizu hadn't been so majestic, powerful, and prosperous, and could suppress the two brothers Meng Xi and Meng Wen, they would have been beaten out of their wits.

But Hu Wanwan and Hu Yingming were different. Their father and son were in a desperate situation and had no interests at all, so it was not worth taking action.

He took out a white handkerchief from his arms and wiped the blood on his palm. Hu Baiwan seemed to be talking to himself or explaining to Meng Zhao, and said,

"Ashes return to dust, dust returns to dust. Since I gave you life and let you come into this world, I will finally send you out of this world with my own hands.

Good boy, I hope to be reincarnated in my next life, live in an ordinary, ordinary family, be an ordinary person, and have a peaceful life..."

Meng Zhao, Yang Jiu and Lu Zhong could not understand Hu Wanwan's thinking, but they already knew that Hu Wanwan had killed his son with his own hands, so they probably no longer needed to do anything.

Sure enough, not long after muttering to himself, he was shaken, and his body made a crackling sound like firecrackers. A series of air arrows shattered his clothes, and bright red blood began to gush out.

His eyes slowly closed, and he soon became silent, but he didn't fall to the ground.

Yang Jiu moved his body and rushed to Hu Wanwan. Seeing him standing there with his eyes closed, he stretched out his hand to explore his nose, then felt the pulse of his neck, turned around and shook his head and said,

"Fourth Young Master, he has severed his own meridians and died of internal aura turmoil."

Meng Zhao nodded and sighed,

"Hu Wanwan can be regarded as a temporary choice. He has good abilities and has built a considerable foundation. It is a pity."

This pity actually refers to the identity of the other party's hell realm. Otherwise, if it were another family of the same size and with a clean net worth, without this fatal flaw, no matter how powerful the Meng family was, they would still have to worry about it.

There are rules in this world after all, and taking action against people in the hell realm is precisely within the scope allowed by the rules.

"Uncle Zhong, you stay and negotiate with the owner of the Ancient Dian Garden to discuss compensation. Then according to Hu Wanwan's last words, bury the three of them next to each other. As for Hu Yingming, you can figure it out."

Normally, the corpses of these three people are also very useful, because their identities as murderers in the hell realm can be used to ask for rewards from the Heavenly Punishment Hall.

However, Meng Zhao had already received many benefits from the Hu family, and there was no need to please Tianxing Hall, so he decided to let them go in a more dignified way.