Chapter 037 of Volume 7, The Iron Horse, drives a wedge between the father and his son.
When he debuted not long ago, Ling Jie always believed that killing someone was the greatest torture to him. Because the most precious thing for a person is life. If he doesn't even have life, then for him, isn't it the greatest pain?
In other words, Ling Jie thinks that to torture a person, it is enough to use torture, such as amputating hands, finger torture, splitting a car, pillars of fire... This series of torture will make people unbearable, and life is worse than death. But Ling Jie gradually seems to
He felt that this kind of torture was nothing but physical pain. For some experts, especially those who have received professional training, physical pain was no longer a torture to them. Ling Jie gradually
I realized that if you want to truly destroy a person, you must destroy his profoundness and his beliefs. This kind of pain is so painful that there is nowhere to vent it... it is more uncomfortable than anything else.
Ling Jie believes that physical pain is only temporary and a relatively low-level torture, but mental destruction is fatal and permanent. Ling Jie knows that a person is worse than having his hands and feet cut off.
——Unjustly accuse him of being a traitor and demon who killed his people, and let his relatives hate him forever. This kind of pain is far more severe than the former. Ling Jie advocates mental torture, because a person's physical body is mutilated
, but his spiritual beliefs may still be there, but if a person's spirit collapses, there will be nothing left. Even if he is given a physical body, it will be a pile of waste.
Instead of killing a person, it is better to set a trap and let him kill the person he loves most with his own hands, making him suffer for a lifetime and live in endless pain for the rest of his life.
Ling Jie felt that language was painless and a few more words wouldn't hurt anything, so he objected to giving him a few words before starting a fight with Wan Peng.
Moreover, Ling Jie's words did have a great effect, at least making Wan Hu look at his father with resentment, while Wan Peng also fell into a state of confusion and confusion, with the eyes of a father and son looking at each other in the air.
Seeing that his words had an effect, Ling Jie was not anxious, but said calmly, "Wan Hu, if I were you, I would definitely not recognize such a father. Since he doesn't love me at all, then...
...I definitely don’t need to treat him as a father. It’s true that I broke your legs and right hand, and I did do it just to punish you for your evil deeds. However, your legs and hands can be restored completely.
The butterfly miracle doctor who went up there is the best in the world. As long as he goes there in time, it will not be a problem to get your hands and feet back. It is also possible to let your right hand grow back. All of this was destroyed by your father."
Ling Jie paused, feeling that the resentment in Wan Hu's eyes became stronger, and then continued, "I'm not saying that your father did this on purpose. I just said that in his heart,
Venting resentment is far more important than your safety. When he saw you, his first thought was not to take you to treatment, not to see you return to your original self, but to come to me to vent resentment and anger. Such a father, I
Feeling sad for you."
Wan Hu's eyes were filled with unprecedented resentment. Faced with his son's resentful eyes, Wan Peng felt powerless and panicked, "Hu'er, don't listen to his nonsense. He is talking nonsense. How could your father not love you?"
Well, I only have a son like you, how could I not love..."
Wan Hu suddenly sneered, "In that case, why didn't you send me to the Butterfly Mansion in the first place? You clearly knew that the Butterfly Doctor could save me."
"At that time, I..." Wan Peng was speechless and didn't know how to explain. "The Butterfly Miracle Doctor has a rule when treating patients. That is, everyone who comes to seek medical treatment must have a purple butterfly. A purple butterfly can save a person. This is already true."
It has been a rule for decades. My father didn’t have purple butterflies at that time, so..."
"Hahaha... So you gave up, right? You never thought about taking me here to give it a try. You didn't even think about giving it a try... My son's life is really light in your eyes. Even if you try,
I gave up at the first try, I really don’t know...I actually trusted you so much before, it turns out..." Wan Hu said harshly.
"Hu'er, don't listen to that bastard Ling Jie's nonsense. He clearly wants to drive a wedge between our father and son. Don't be fooled by this bastard..."
"Shut up." Wan Hu suddenly shouted, speaking to his biological father in such a tone for the first time in his life, "Why does he want to drive a wedge between our father and son... He has no need at all. Besides, he
I don’t have this ability at all. My IQ, Wan Hu, has been over 200 since I was a child. Although I didn’t learn well, was arrogant, and killed people... I can still tell what is true and what is false."
"Hu'er, don't..." Wan Peng's right hand was still clasped at Butterfly's throat, and he was about to walk in the direction of Wan Hu, but at this moment, Wan Hu suddenly pulled out a small knife from his pocket.
Putting it against his throat, he said, "Don't come over. I don't want to contact you now. If you come over... I will die for you. Anyway, I have no nostalgia in this world anymore... Stop now, if you dare again
If I take a step forward, I will do what I say."
Wan Peng's legs froze, and he looked at his son with complicated eyes. His heart felt like a knife.
Ling Jie spoke at this time, "No matter what, you shouldn't attack a doctor, especially a miracle doctor like Butterfly, and you can't even touch her. But you haven't let go now. It shows that you are so stupid that you can't even live."
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Ignoring Ling Jie's words, Wan Peng looked at Wan Hu affectionately, "Hu'er, you must believe father, I love you. I only have a son like you. For you, I can sacrifice everything, including my own life.
...You must believe me. My father will die for you."
"Hmph, I don't want you to talk. You'd better shut your mouth, otherwise I will only hate you even more." Wan Hu snorted coldly.
Wan Peng's chest rose and fell so violently that his whole body was trembling. His hands were tightly knitted into claws, and his joints were rattling. Everyone could feel the anger in him, and he was feeling aggrieved by the boundless anger.
He turned around suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly roared at Ling Jie, "Ling Jie... take your life, I will stomp you to death..."
"What butterfly doctor...is nothing to me. I want to kill, kill, kill..."
Wan Peng's hand holding Butterfly's throat finally moved to kill people... He just wants to kill people now...