Chapter 228 Go Find a Taoist Priest
With each word Song Jingyi spoke, the terror in Yan Qihang's eyes increased.
"You...you're back too?" Yan Qihang's eyes were full of disbelief.
In his past life, he had just killed Yan Buyu when Song Jingyi appeared.
He then suffered torture comparable to that in the industrial park in northern Myanmar.
Then he was reborn.
Song Jingyi did not answer his question.
He pulled over a chair, sat down, leaned back, and crossed his legs, like an emperor who looked down on the world.
He glanced down at Yan Qihang and chuckled softly, "I've been much more merciful lately. I enjoy listening to others repent. Why don't you repent? Maybe it will change your fate."
Yan Qihang stared at the unidentifiable, boning knife-like torture device in Acheng's hand, completely losing his ability to judge.
He can only do as Song Jingyi says now.
After all, he had already experienced the consequences of disobeying.
Yan Qihang's face turned pale, and he said in a panic, "I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have abused Buyu."
He looked at Song Jingyi cautiously.
The man was smoking, and the white smoke he exhaled obscured his face, making his expression unclear.
But since he didn't say anything, he was probably satisfied with his attitude.
Yan Qihang continued, "I shouldn't have lied to Qingzhi either. I didn't know she was your mother at the time. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to do it even if you gave me ten lives."
"You don't dare?" Song Jingyi's voice was cold. "Not only do you dare, you also switched my sister and sent over a fake. I admire your courage."
Yan Qihang sobbed, "I was just blinded by greed. I only knew your family was rich, and I thought I would make some money first, and then make some more after I spent it all. I never expected that you would move and I would never be able to find you again."
He never imagined that he would be far less fortunate than Yan Buyu.
That bitch was reborn and just happened to be leaving with Lan Xinyan.
He remained silent until he returned, at which point they had taken all the family's savings.
He could only go to Shen Zhiye.
He got five million, but before he could even enjoy it, he was thrown into jail.
After spending over a decade in prison, he served that old woman like a slave for a few months, and just when he was about to start living a good life, he fell back into Song Jingyi's hands.
If he had been reborn a few years earlier, he would have safely sent Meng Qingzhi back.
He would treat that child as an ancestor, and he would never dare to provoke the Song family again.
As Song Jingyi listened to Yan Qihang's words, he completely connected the events of his past and present lives.
This largely matches his guess.
There was no suspense, it was boring.
"You don't feed her, you even make her eat spoiled buns. She couldn't speak until she was four, and she didn't get a name until she was six." Song Jingyi lowered his head, flicked off some cigarette ash, and spoke in a detached tone.
Yan Qihang was taken aback. Why did we come back to this again?
Was his repentance insincere?
"Mr. Song, I was wrong, I was really wrong." Unable to move his legs, he lay on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.
"Wrong? Can a mere 'wrong' outweigh all the abuse my sister suffered over the years?" Song Jingyi finished his cigarette, stood up, and said, "I originally wanted you to be tortured for a few years as well."
Yan Qihang looked at the mountain-like figure in front of him, and his hope gradually faded away.
Song Jingyi looked at it like trash, revealing what he thought was a very kind smile. "But I've changed my mind. Every day you live, my sister will feel disgusted."
Yan Qihang's body went limp, his forehead touching the ground.
Suddenly, he laughed, from a low chuckle to a loud laugh.
He raised his head, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at Song Jingyi, and said viciously, "Kill me! Kill me, and I can be reborn. The first thing I'll do then is torture Yan Buyu to death, so you'll regret it for the rest of your life! Not just her, but Meng Qingzhi too! I'm going to torture them to death!"
Song Jingyi's eyes seemed to be filled with venom. He bent down, raised his foot and stepped on Yan Qihang's face, grinding it into the ground. "A man who is born without guts will die without guts. I, Song Jingyi, am the one who killed you. You don't even have the courage to seek revenge on me. You only dare to target women."
"I'm a coward! Even if I'm a coward, I can still torture the two women you care about most to death! I'm going to sell them both to brothels! And make countless men... sob sob sob!!"
Song Jingyi's eyes sharpened. He moved his foot aside, bent down, raised his hand to pinch Yan Qihang's chin, and reached behind him, saying, "Knife."
Chen Mo placed a Swiss Army knife in his hand.
The cold blade struck Yan Qihang's face, as if Song Jingyi were picking out a watermelon.
Two seconds later, Yan Qihang's tongue left home and landed on the ground.
Song Jingyi flicked the military knife in his hand; not a drop of blood was on it.
He straightened up, turned his head to Acheng who had been resting for half a day, and said, "Eight hours. I want him to die in eight hours."
This scumbag abused his sister for eight years, so let him be tortured by this pervert Acheng for eight hours.
"Alright!" Acheng excitedly took out his phone and set a countdown. "Not a second off, leave it to me, bro."
Song Jingyi led Chen Mo to the factory gate.
Looking up at the sky, the moon is still missing a piece until the appointed time.
It seems like he hasn't seen a full moon in a very, very long time.
“Amo.”
"Brother Yi".
"Go find a Taoist priest."
"A Taoist priest?" Chen Mo asked, puzzled. "What do they do?"
“The ritual,” Song Jingyi said slowly, gazing at the moon, “is to be performed on Yan Qihang after he dies, so that he will never be reincarnated.”
Want to be reborn and harm his sister again? Dream on.
Yan Qihang, there is no next life.
"Yes," Chen Mo said, then turned and left.
Yi-ge really cares about Miss.
He has never believed in gods or Buddhas, and in the past, he regarded those people as charlatans.
Now, they're actually asking people to perform rituals.
Song Jingyi's cigarette pack was empty. He took a deep breath, wondering if Xiaoyu had arrived home yet.
Have you had your late-night snack yet?
She's still too thin; she should eat more.
I wonder if I can grow taller if I take good care of myself.
However, things are good now; she's well-behaved and adorable.
A little princess should be just like her.
Song Jingyi suddenly had a strong urge to see her again.
Inside the factory came Yan Qihang's painful wails, and he suddenly remembered something.
I got into the car, started it, and dialed a phone number.
"Brother Yi." Ze Ming answered the phone quickly.
"The listening is over. Come here. I'll keep the job for Bengyan Qihang for you." He's a trustworthy boss; he'll keep his promises to Zeming.
As for whether Acheng will give Zemin a chance or not, he doesn't care; he just wants a result.
"Thank you, Brother Yi." Ze Ming hung up the phone and silently tidied up everything in front of him.
He listened to the messages over there and knew that Yi-ge had told Yan Qihang to pass away eight hours later.
It's still early, he can take a shower, have a couple of drinks, and then head over at the perfect moment to fire a shot.
It saves me from going too early and having to see that ugly bald guy.
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