Return of the King, Chapter 58 - 58 57 Cut Off a Few of Your Fingers

??58: Chapter 57: Cut Off a Few of Your Fingers

58: Chapter 57: Cut Off a Few of Your Fingers

Li Tang shuddered all over and ca to his senses.

“It seems that the great deity still has so compassion.

Since that’s the case, I cannot go against the deity.

I’ll just have to teach you a lesson today.”

The evil ghost got up from the ground, its form flickering in and out of visibility, and kowtowed to Li Tang, “From now on, I will be a good ghost and will no longer do evil.”

Watching the evil ghost dissipate into a wisp of dust, Li Tang collapsed to the ground with a clang, too weak even to lift a finger.

Song Yun, with effort, helped him to a chair, “Was it necessary to risk your life like that?

You even resorted to invoking the god.”

“Hehe, which deity attached itself to ?” Li Tang forced a smile and asked.

The practice of summoning gods dates back to ancient tis, where shamans would offer their bodies as puppets for the deities from heaven to descend at will.

Now, however, summoning gods is a secret door of the Taoist lineages, not to be passed on to anyone outside the direct descent.

Li Tang’s master was a leading figure in Taoism worldwide and would certainly have taught this skill to Li Hu.

“You really had so clout just now, bringing down the Northern True Martial Emperor,” Song Yun said with a chuckle.

“And really, the scene was absolutely awe-inspiring.”

“Hehe, we Taoists who summon gods all have a patron deity, and when summoning, we must call upon that deity.

My master only told

that my patron deity is very powerful, but he never told

who it is.

Now it seems to be true,” Li Tang said with a grin, “Today’s summoning is enough for

to boast about for a lifeti.”

“It’s just a summoning; I believe Emperor Zhenwu will surely look after you,” said Song Yun, pouring a glass of water for Li Tang.

“No, the path of summoning gods is always dangerous.

Many people can’t handle the gods’ backlash and end up with their Dao destroyed and eting their demise.

It seems I was lucky to have successfully perford the summoning,” Li Tang shook his head.

“Enough, don’t talk now.

Let’s rest here for a bit.” How could Song Yun be unaware of the great harm in summoning gods?

A slight miscalculation could turn one into a deity’s puppet.

Yet Li Tang had laid out all his cards today to expel the spirit.

Song Yun was now furious inside, wishing he could drag out the instigator for a serious interrogation.

“That…

Is everything resolved now?” Mr.

Liu asked cautiously.

“Yes, we can now see how Xiao Ran is,” said Song Yun, suppressing the anger in his chest.

When Mr.

Liu lifted the blanket off Xiao Ran, he found that she had fallen asleep at so unknown ti, curled up like an injured infant.

“Let’s talk about what cos next outside,” Song Yun said as he supported Li Tang out of the room and returned to the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, Song Yun licked his lips, his expression sowhat fierce, “Mr.

Liu, I’m quite suspicious that there’s an insider in your ho.

Otherwise, the perpetrator would not be so familiar with your ho’s layout, then set up an array outside and install caras and summon ghosts.”

“I’ll investigate this matter thoroughly.

Hmph, do they really think I’m dead?” With things coming to an end, Mr.

Liu’s explosive temperant resurfaced.

“I’d like to ask who usually takes care of Xiao Ran’s daily living and diet, as it seems that only these people can enter her room.”

“I understand,” Mr.

Liu said as if suddenly enlightened, then instructed his servants to bring the attendants responsible for Xiao Ran’s daily care.

When a sunny-looking young man, around twenty-three or twenty-four, was brought up, Song Yun threw a pinhole cara at the young man’s feet and asked, “What does this an?

There’s a ghost in Xiao Ran’s room, what’s the aning of this?”

“What…

what do you an?

I don’t understand what you’re saying,” the young man desperately shook his head, then pleaded to Mr.

Liu, “Master, I really don’t know anything.

I’ve been with the Liu family for so many years, don’t you trust ?”

Without Song Yun’s reminder, Mr.

Liu might still have been deceived by this seemingly harmless young man.

Hence, Mr.

Liu was also very angry, wishing he could slap this bastard a few tis.

After Song Yun asked several questions and saw the young man dodging the topic, he forcefully suppressed his own anger and said, “Mr.

Liu, why don’t you and Shishi go upstairs to accompany Xiao Ran?

I think she’s about to wake up soon.”

Li Shishi knew how angry Song Yun was and nodded obediently.

Although Mr.

Liu’s face showed so displeasure, thinking it was a family affair, seeing the weakened state of Li Tang lying on the sofa, he realized that he had to let Song Yun vent his anger.

Besides, this man had deceived the whole Liu family, top to bottom, and Mr.

Liu felt that a major cleaning was needed after this matter was resolved.

Once the two went upstairs, Song Yun could no longer hold back and punched the young man in the face, sending him flying backward with a thud.

“So, you refuse to tell the truth, huh?

Fine, then I’ll just start by cutting off a few of your fingers,” Song Yun stated, and beckoned to the bodyguards standing in the yard.

The young man, yet to recover from the shock, was quickly pinned down by several bodyguards.

“Stretch out his hand for .”

As the young man struggled, Song Yun punched him again in the face, allowing the bodyguards to pin his hand firmly on the living room table.

When he saw Song Yun pull out a dagger from his chest, he cried out hastily, “I know, I know, it might be that soone entered Miss’s room taking advantage of the weak security in the house.”

“Bang!”

With a swift motion, Song Yun cut off three of the young man’s fingers.

Watching him convulse and howl, Song Yun narrowed his eyes and said, “I’m giving you another chance to tell the truth.”

“It was , I installed it here.

I was coveting Miss’s body because it was good, so I got wicked ideas.

Please, spare .

I beg you, I have the elderly and children at ho; I can’t be without ,” the young man cried, his tears and snot mixing together.

“And what else?

Don’t make

extract everything like squeezing toothpaste.”

“And…

and there was soone I t before.

He asked if I wanted to have Miss and kept egging

on to find ways to get close to her,” the young man howled, “I really don’t know the rest, please spare .”

“Where is that person now?” Song Yun asked, staring intently into the man’s eyes.

“I don’t know, I really don’t!” Although the young man kept crying, his eyes were constantly shifting, clearly lying even at such a mont.

Seeing this, Song Yun decided to let this scoundrel taste what true pain was.

If cut off with one slice, the initial absence of pain would be followed by overwhelming agony.

But if cut off slowly, it would be like slicing through flesh, a sensation that could be described with a phrase: an unbelievably bitter pleasure.

“I gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it.

No more words,” Song Yun said with narrowed eyes.

“You’re as good as dead.”