Mu Hengshi's cold voice came from the top of the building. "If you don't know how to use your hands, they'll be useless."
Mu Hengshi finished speaking, raised his foot, and stepped down on Song Qingmo's right palm. There was a snap, as if something broke.
"Ah!" Song Qingmo didn't know how to describe the feeling of his hand breaking. Besides the desolation in his heart deepening, his mind was filled with the painting he had spent his entire life painting, a painting he could no longer paint...
He had lived his entire life with pride and arrogance, but he never expected that everything would be gone… After that scream, there was no more sound.
Mu Xingshi snorted inwardly, moved his foot away, and kicked Song Qingmo's hand. "Don't play dead, get up right now. Your parents are still in my hands, you'd better behave yourself."
He was full of confidence, betting that Song Qingmo would definitely listen to him after hearing from Song's father and mother. "..." No one answered him, and now he panicked. Not only him, but Wen Zhiling's heart was also uneasy.
Revenge on Song Qingmo wasn't as satisfying as he'd imagined. Mu Xingshi bent over, but before his hand even touched Song Qingmo, he saw the body on the ground tremble, letting out bursts of laughter that felt sad, tinged with mockery.
No one touched him. Song Qingmo, having laughed his fill, slowly climbed to his feet, his face strangely calm, as if nothing had happened before. But Mu Heng could no longer see the light in Song Qingmo's eyes, which were as bright as the stars in the sky. The stars in the sky dimmed. What was left in his eyes... was hatred. When their eyes met, he saw hatred in Song Qingmo's eyes.
Mu Xingshi was pinned to the ground, unable to move. His chest ached, as if Song Qingmo were holding his heart in his hand.
"I..." His words were drowned out by Song Qingmo's voice. "Mr. Mu, are you done with me? If there's nothing else, I'll get busy." He didn't grieve, didn't cry or beg for mercy. He had figured it out. Being a mindless, walking corpse suited him best. He could live in peace as long as he was silent. Otherwise...
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