Wow, this rough-around-the-edges pregnant wife is something else, she's incredibly ruthless!

With foul language stuck in their throats, Meng Tong gripped the whip in his hand and strangled the men by the necks.

They were intertwined, like gourds hanging on vines.

The barbs embedded in the whip dug deep into the vulnerable necks, instantly rendering the four men immobile. Blood gushed out, and even Meng Tong's fair, damp cheeks were stained with a few drops of hot, sticky blood.

The woman smiled, but her beautiful, alluring eyes flashed with an unfathomable ruthlessness and mockery.

Meng Tong slightly raised his hand and channeled his supernatural power from it, which spread along the whip to the four people. In less than ten seconds, the blood on their bodies was drawn into the reddened whip through the thorns that were hooked into their necks.

This whip was made from the tendons and bones of zombies that Meng Tong extracted during the apocalypse. Originally grayish-white, it turned a terrifying dark red due to the soaking and nourishment of blood.

The tips of the barbed spikes embedded on the outside also shimmered with a sinister purplish-black.

The four died silently. Meng Tong flicked his hand and threw them into the water, whereupon they vanished without a trace.

Squatting down, Meng Tong picked up the notebook that had fallen to the ground and turned to the first page with a serious expression on her delicate face.

Anger flashed in her eyes, and the woman tightened her grip on the book, then with a single force, shattered it in her hand.

This is a book that details their feelings and evaluations when they abused women, and even includes drawings of the scenes.

I can't imagine the despair the girl must have suffered back then; they all deserved to die.

Meng Tong threw what he was holding directly into the river and turned to walk into the boat.

After all, it was a large ship and belonged to Wei Lian, so the rooms inside were exquisite and luxurious, and there was even a kitchen.

Walking along the edge of the boat outside the room, Meng Tong looked around with his eyes and listened carefully to any sounds.

Finally, when Meng Tong reached the innermost room, he heard cheers and shouts coming from inside, as well as the smell of alcohol wafting from under the door.

It seems that Wei Lian's departure is something to celebrate for them!

Quietly approaching the wall between the door frame and the window, Meng Tong hunched over and poked a hole in the paper stuck to the window.

With a cunning and clever glint in his right eye, Meng Tong gently approached the hole he had poked, and saw what was inside.

There were about ten people in total, each holding a wine jar in their hand. They were chatting and toasting each other, and their mouths were full of foul language.

Meng Tong really couldn't understand what kind of creatures Wei Lian had raised; their minds were controlled by their lower bodies.

Not only did he not hear a single useful piece of information, Meng Tong almost recognized all the courtesans at the Yichun Tower in the capital.

It's truly tragic that a dignified Crown Prince could be so despicable.

With a flicker of his eyelashes, Meng Tong followed suit and extended the whip along the window.

"Uh... Pfft."

"Ah! My neck..."

After a period of chaos, things returned to calm. The woman didn't even glance at them. After the normal procedures were completed, the dozen or so people were thrown into the water like a pile of garbage.

There were more than ten people on the ship, and without exception, not one of them was found to be worth interrogating.

Meng Tong acted decisively; if that's the case, then there's no need for him to live.

She easily dealt with more than 30 people, and the area around the boat was filled with the smell of blood, staining the once clear river surface red.

The woman didn't seem to care. After circling the two boats once, she put them into her spatial storage.

We can study anything else later.

With a "plop," she jumped into the water and quickly swam towards Lu Chuan.

At this moment, Lu Chuan had already pulled the unconscious Sheng Cong up from the river.

The sturdy vines supported the weight of the two people, and Lu Chuan turned Sheng Bing, who was lying face down, over.

Although he had made ample preparations, Lu Chuan's heart still trembled when he saw the face before him.

Could he be my biological father?

The man's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and his tightly pursed lips betrayed his inner turmoil.

"What are you doing?" A voice suddenly came from below, and then, as if a river monster, Meng Tong walked up calmly.

The woman's clothes clung tightly to her curvaceous body, and Meng Tong's sharp eyes, still gleaming, looked at Lu Chuan.

"How is it? Are you still alive?"

Interrupted from his thoughts, Lu Chuan gave a soft "hmm" and asked, "Are you hurt? Should we go up first?"

"No one's injured," Meng Tong replied. "Let's go up and check on them first!"

As they spoke, the vines on the cliff seemed to have a mind of their own, wrapping around Lu Chuan and Sheng Bing. Compared to their sneaky descent earlier, the two now seemed like immortals, moving freely and easily.

The body slowly rose, and within a few minutes, the person landed steadily on the open ground where they had been standing.

Lu Chuan immediately got up and went to Meng Tong's side.

"My lady, go and change your clothes first, so you don't get sick. I'll take care of him."

"Can you?"

"can."

"Okay, I'll change my clothes first and come right away. You can check the injury on his hand first."

As he walked toward the woods not far away, Lu Chuan nodded slightly, his deep eyes fixed on her retreating figure.

Only after the person disappeared from sight did Lu Chuan lower his eyes and walk a few steps to Sheng Bing.

The man had already composed himself and expressionlessly untied the vines binding him. Lu Chuan first checked his breathing.

Although faint, it did indeed demonstrate that the man was alive.

His swollen hands were now red and purple. Lu Chuan frowned slightly and took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve.

Unscrewing the cap, the light green ointment inside emitted a faint fragrance. Lu Chuan scooped some out with his index finger.

When applied to the injured area on the hand, a refreshing and comfortable feeling spreads throughout the body.

These are ointments for burns and bruises that Meng Tong made based on his memories of the apocalypse when he was in the valley.

Because Lu Chuan often works and cooks, his hands are frequently splattered with oil or cut by knives, so Meng Tong made this especially for him.

The man treasured this thing and was usually reluctant to use it. He hesitated for a long time before finally giving him a tiny bit.

It contains herbs that Meng Tong has enhanced with his special abilities, making its effects far superior to those of ordinary ointments.

I applied a little to one hand, and the redness and swelling on my hand subsided considerably in no time.

Meng Tong then changed into clean clothes and came over, though her hair was still a little damp.

The weather was sunny, so she didn't care and just let her hair down to dry slowly.

Squatting down next to Lu Chuan, Meng Tong reached out and touched Sheng Bing's carotid artery before saying, "There's nothing seriously wrong. He should wake up soon."

"Ah."

The man tucked the porcelain bottle into his sleeve and silently took two steps back.

Meng Tong observed his actions, glanced at the man's sleeve almost imperceptibly, and then continued, "What are your plans?"