The whip swept past the side of the ear at an extremely fast speed.
Si Jinwei turned her gaze slightly, gesturing for Feng Linyuan to take a step to the left.
The next moment, with a "bang," the whip's tail struck the telephone pole, bounced violently, and slammed into Qin Dazhuang's face.
*Pfft*
Blood and flesh flew everywhere. Feng Linyuan instinctively pulled the person away a little and gently covered his mouth and nose.
"The smell of blood is really unpleasant, let's go back."
"Stop right there!!" Qin Dazhuang, who had finally waited for the person to arrive, was not about to let it go: "Qin Sijin, you're my son, you'd better come home with me right now! Otherwise, you can forget about calling me dad for the rest of your life!"
Upon hearing this, Si Jin frowned slightly, her heart pounding uncontrollably, and she felt somewhat uncomfortable.
He knew that this was the remnant of the original owner's rebellious mentality.
In the past few days, Feng Linyuan has also said that the original owner's "hyperbreathing" is not a physiological illness, but a mental one.
It was probably under Qin Dazhuang's long-term oppression that he developed symptoms of excessive tension and an attempt to escape reality.
He grabbed Feng Linyuan's hand and took two deep breaths, barely managing to calm himself down.
Turning her gaze, she fixed it on Qin Dazhuang with interest: "You want me to go back with you? Fine, kneel down and beg me."
Qin Dazhuang seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world: "Qin Sijin, are you still dreaming? I'm your father, you expect me to beg you?!"
"But isn't it said in the village that all people with double pupils become emperors?"
To better watch them fight like dogs, I specially restored Xiaoyao's surveillance system the day before yesterday.
With a smile in her eyes, she stared at Qin Dazhuang: "Kneeling before the Emperor is only right, isn't it?"
"Fuck your mother! If you're the emperor, then I'm the retired emperor, you..."
"Then go back to your village and ask around. Without me, who would recognize you as the retired emperor?"
Si Jin retorted without hesitation: "You're nothing but a good-for-nothing that everyone laughs at. Without me cleaning and earning money, you wouldn't be alive today. Who gave you the audacity to threaten me?"
"You can just take the bottle and get drunk to death in that dilapidated mud-brick house. Anyway, without me, no one will collect your body."
"Oh, by the way, I heard that if no one buries a person, the King of Hell won't accept them after they die, and their soul will just vanish into nothingness. Haha, I'm actually quite looking forward to it."
Si Jin knew that Qin Dazhuang used to be rich and particularly concerned about his image.
He couldn't stand the way the villagers talked about him.
He deliberately said things that Qin Dazhuang disliked the most, making him so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged, and he lashed out with the whip again.
"You bastard! You're asking for it!"
However, the whip was easily caught in Si Jin's hand as soon as it was swung out.
This action startled not only the onlookers but also Feng Linyuan.
He had always thought this little guy was frail and weak, how come...
Si Jin is used to plot holes, so she doesn't care about character derailment.
He took the initiative to step out of Feng Linyuan's arms, holding the whip, and approached Qin Dazhuang step by step.
When the distance was right, he suddenly snatched it away and lashed the whip across Qin Dazhuang's left shoulder with his other hand.
"Ahhhh—"
The man screamed, cold sweat instantly covering his forehead.
Before I could react, my right shoulder was struck again.
Immediately afterwards, the waist, abdomen, legs, and back were all affected.
He didn't know where Si Jin, this half-dead, sickly fellow, got his strength from; his whip strikes were more than ten times more vicious than his own.
His clothes were torn to shreds, and his body was instantly covered in wounds and blood.
Qin Dazhuang was in excruciating pain, and his anger intensified. He stood up, supporting himself on the ground, and charged towards Si Jin like a madman.
Before the boy could react, they immediately snatched the whip.
He raised his hand, about to teach her a lesson, when the whip in his hand miraculously shattered.
Carried with his blood, it broke into several pieces, like a kite with a broken string, falling softly to the ground piece by piece.
When he swung his hand down, all that was left was a bare wooden whip handle.
Something felt strangely... eerie.
how so……
"You've had this whip for over ten years, haven't you?"
Qin Dazhuang was already feeling uncertain when he heard Si Jin's gentle whisper. His face suddenly turned pale, and he roared as if he had seen a ghost, "You dare hit me! Do you believe I'll get revenge...?"
"Shh-"
Before Qin Dazhuang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the boy again.
He took an elegant step forward, gently touched his pale lips with his index finger, and spoke softly.
"Think before you speak, or I'll expose all the things you did, like trafficking girls, abusing children, and raping widows. That way, you'll have free meals in jail forever."
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