Chen Shuyu said in a low voice, "Just now, I lost contact with Li Po."

"Keep trying to contact him! Don't come inside without my signal!" Ye Yang threw down those words, turned, and walked into the house.

The old man raised his eyes to look at Ye Yang's face. "You've thought it through? Then sit down and drink!"

Ye Yang sat directly across from the old man, picked up a wine cup, and drained it in one gulp. "What other entertainment do you have?"

If it weren't to rescue Feng Ruoxing this time, Ye Yang wouldn't sit among a pile of scrap and drink with someone using such a wine cup, even if he were beaten to death.

The old man chuckled, pointing at the empty table. "The wine is good, but I don't have any dishes here. One cup of wine, one bite of 'meat,' and one question. You choose your own 'meat'!"

Ye Yang's eyes narrowed slightly. "Eating 'meat' isn't the rule of this business, is it?"

The old man shook the wine bottle. "This is my rule. I'm just asking, do you dare to 'eat'?"

Ye Yang pointed at his wine cup. "Pour the wine!"

No one knows where the saying "eating meat" came from.

In short, it means the host pours the wine, and you cut off your own flesh to serve as a dish. Only someone who dares to cut themselves is a hero, and the other party will grant whatever is asked.

If you don't dare to cut yourself, then don't say anything else. Three cups of empty wine are considered a formality, and after that, everyone goes their own way.

As for why there is such a saying?

In fact, it's just that the host already knows the purpose of the visitor and is deliberately making things difficult.

It's also making it clear to you that the matter you've come to ask about, I can't say.

At the same time, it's also telling the other party that I'm not afraid of death, so don't try to scare me with death.

If you insist on me speaking, then you have to show the courage that will convince me. If you can cut yourself, then I can break the rules.

In reality, it's also advising the opponent to back down when facing difficulties.

The old man chuckled and poured wine into the cup. Ye Yang directly drew his dagger and slammed it onto the table. He stepped on the edge of the table with one foot, pulled up his trouser leg, and revealed his calf. "How does the first cup count?"

The old man said, "The first cup of welcome wine is my gift to you. You can ask whatever you want."

Ye Yang said in a deep voice, "A few days ago, did two warlocks come here? One dressed in white and one dressed in red, both young girls?"

"That's right!" The old man said, "If they hadn't come, I wouldn't have set up this table of wine."

"There are many things in Ta City, but none of them can be said."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

While speaking, the old man cast his gaze at the dagger on the table.

Ye Yang pressed down slightly with the foot stepping on the edge of the table. "You can at least say how many people came to ask questions, right?"

The old man chuckled, pressed his hand against the pile of old cardboard behind him, and pushed it outwards, revealing a corpse hanging on the wall.

That person's entire left leg was just a bloody skeleton.

The old man laughed. "This person was a good man, but unfortunately, he couldn't stand the torment. It ended like this. Do you still want to ask about the remaining matters?"

"Ask!" Ye Yang stared intently at the old man's eyes. "You must answer!"

The old man smiled and pointed at the dagger, meaning: I'm waiting for you to eat your 'meat'!

Ye Yang grabbed the dagger, suddenly reversed the blade, and stabbed it down into the back of the other party's hand. The seven-inch-long dagger pierced through the back of the other party's hand and into the table in one go.

Just as the other party was about to shout, Ye Yang twisted the dagger outwards with his right hand and smashed the wine bottle in his left hand directly onto the other party's head.

The wine bottle shattered in Ye Yang's hand, and blood flowed down the other party's head.

The old man instinctively wanted to cover the wound on his head, but the half wine bottle in Ye Yang's hand was one step faster and slashed towards the other party's wrist like a sharp knife. When the wine bottle passed, the other party's tendon snapped on the spot.

Ye Yang grabbed the other party's hair and pressed him onto the table, gently lifting his left foot and stepping on the other party's head. "Trying to act mysterious with me?"

"Chen Shuyu, slaughter the building! Leave no one alive!"

When Chen Shuyu heard Ye Yang's order, she walked into the building without hesitation. As soon as her footsteps landed at the building entrance, countless hidden weapons shot towards the doorway from all directions. The streams of light formed by the hidden weapons collided and intertwined near the entrance. Chen Shuyu, who should have been pierced by the hidden weapons, suddenly disappeared.

The leader only subconsciously asked, "Where is she!" before a snake bone whip flying out of the darkness pierced his mouth.

Before he died, he only saw the dark corridor but didn't see the opponent who had taken his life.

In the eyes of the others, the snake bone whip that had claimed their leader's life seemed to have pierced through space and appeared out of nowhere in front of their eyes. For a moment, they couldn't distinguish whether their opponent was human or ghost!

Later, I learned that the Chen Shuyu widely known in the martial world was only her before she had awakened. Therefore, the martial world only knew the Raging Rain Dragon's Roar Whip but didn't know that Chen Shuyu, after awakening, also knew the art of assassination.

That night, the warlocks guarding the small building witnessed the true Chen Shuyu, but no one could transmit this secret to the martial world.

Ye Yang stepped on the old man's head and said in a deep voice, "I know you can hear the sounds outside. You can calculate how many corpses have fallen to the ground. If you think you can speak, I'll listen to you."