The tunnel leading to the basement consists of a long, narrow staircase.
Between every twenty steps, there is a life-sized white jade statue.
Their clothes were tattered, and they were posing in various shameful positions.
All of them are exquisitely carved based on the original owner's mother.
Not only that, but several soft, panting breaths could also be heard.
The statue, combined with the statue, made one feel even more uncomfortable.
A white jade human figure, frolicking with people among a group of sculptures.
It's amazing that Shang Qinghan could come up with this!
Si Jin's eyes darkened. He put down a musical score and slowly picked up the folding fan at his waist.
He lowered his head and with a single move, shattered the three jade sculptures into pieces.
Rumble—
The jade carving collapsed with a loud noise, startling the woman in the basement who was lost in her own worldly caress and coquettish whimpers.
Immediately afterwards, Shang Qinghan's angry roar rang out clearly.
"Who dares to disturb us at this time?"
"Junior Uncle, you're living such a comfortable life. I'm so envious."
Si Jin walked through the fragments of white jade and made her way to the basement.
They saw Shang Qinghan with an angry expression and a life-size jade sculpture of the original owner's mother on the soft couch beside him.
And a woman who had just finished fastening her clothes.
The woman's face had also been disguised to resemble the original owner's mother.
The woman seemed to willingly dress up like this to seek pleasure with Shang Qinghan.
After washing the clothes, she tugged at Shang Qinghan's sleeve and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Ahan, he's so fierce~ He scared me~"
Seeing this, Si Jin finally understood—
Shang Qinghan held the jade carving in one hand while talking to the disguised woman...
That's absolutely disgusting.
Seemingly not expecting that Si Jin would be the one to come down, a hint of surprise flashed in Shang Qinghan's eyes, and his killing intent immediately diminished by half.
With a smirk, she adopted the air of an elder and reprimanded, "Jinjin, who told you to meddle?"
Who gave you permission to meddle?
Upon hearing this, Si Jin's heart sank, and she instinctively felt a pang of sadness.
But this wasn't his muscle memory; it was the original owner's.
The original owner had heard the exact same sentence five years ago.
Because he had always relied on Shang Qinghan.
They placed all their emotions, including familial love, romantic love, and friendship, on this one person.
Therefore, the original owner naturally assumed that Shang Qinghan only had him.
One day, when he went to look for Shang Qinghan, he happened to see him pinning a female disciple against the wall and kissing her.
The original owner's world collapsed, and he questioned it sharply.
But Shang Qinghan retorted, "Who told you to meddle in other people's business?"
"You're just a child I raised, you mean nothing to me, don't overestimate yourself."
"Because you're a notorious killer hated by everyone in the underworld! No one wants you alive except me!"
"You only have me, so you have to listen to me, understand?"
From then on, the original owner became afraid whenever she heard those words.
Yes, everything he has was given to him by Shang Qinghan.
He had nothing left but Shang Qinghan.
"Mind your own business? What do you mean by mind your own business?" Si Jin sneered, "You used my mother to carve that disgusting thing, and I, as her son, tried to interfere. How is that mind your own business?"
Shang Qinghan was startled, and his heart trembled involuntarily.
how so?
He clearly remembered that these words were a source of psychological trauma for Ling Sijin.
Based on past experience, he should have run away crying long ago.
Why today...
"Why?" Si Jin said, "Of course it's because you're a maggot in the basement, hiding in your shell and disgusting to the extreme, so you deserve to be eliminated."
Where is my mother's body?
Shang Qinghan was taken aback by his question, and thought in surprise: How can this kid see through my thoughts? This is bad...
"This is bad?" Si Jin continued, "How is it bad? Is it because you don't want my mother to reunite with me?"
The barrage of questions completely threw Shang Qinghan into a panic.
No, absolutely not.
Jinjin used to be very well-behaved, always obeying him, and was his good child.
How did things turn out like this?
"Junior Uncle, even though I've become like this, I can still teach well, can't I?" With that, Si Jin sent out the folding fan again.
As he smashed the white jade sculpture on the couch, he also slashed the face of the woman who depended on Shang Qinghan.
The fan ribs sliced through the bone on that face, and blood dripped down.
Si Jin showed no mercy whatsoever; he was utterly indifferent.
"You don't deserve to use this face."
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