Facing Shen Feng's questioning,
Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong felt uneasy, always sensing a chill around their necks, dreading that their throats might also be pierced through with chopsticks, their pale lips quivering nonstop. Had they known this would happen, they definitely wouldn't have provoked Shen Feng, this King Yama.
The only way to stay alive now was to earn Shen Feng's forgiveness. Luo Jiande's knees trembled as he knelt down. After witnessing Shen Feng's extraordinary abilities, he couldn't even muster anger in his heart, "Master, please spare us this once. We were blind and failed to discipline Mingxuan properly."
Seeing his own father kneel, Luo Zhiyong had no reason not to. Although he was the underground boss of Nanming County, as he knelt before Shen Feng, there was not the slightest resentnt in his heart. Truly, Shen Feng's capabilities were the stuff of legends, fit only for gods and demons.
"Master, if you are willing to spare us this ti, our Luo Family will follow all your commands from now on. Keeping us alive might be sowhat useful to you, even trash can be recycled."
Shen Feng pondered for a mont, feeling there was so truth in Luo Zhiyong's words. He recalled a previous conversation between father and son, "Ten months from now, the Tianhai Qin Family is going to hold a grand birthday feast?"
Luo Jiande saw Shen Feng's brow furrow slightly and guessed so things, "Master, do you have a grudge against the Qin Family? Rest assured, although the Luo Family is sowhat related to the Qin Family, if they are your enemies, we will stand firmly against them no matter what."
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Once, Qin Xuewei publicly humiliated Shen Feng.
Wouldn't it be too boring to simply kill her? Shen Feng wanted her to experience the thrill of falling from Heaven into Hell in an instant.
What if he could destroy the Qin Family at the birthday feast in ten months' ti?
There were families related to the Qin Family besides the Luo Family. At that ti, getting all these related families to join forces against the Qin Family during the birthday feast would be quite interesting, much better than relying solely on brute force.
"I can spare your lives for the ti being, but you don't need to sever ties with the Qin Family. How you interacted with them before, continue doing so. When the ti cos for the birthday feast, I will contact you."
Shen Feng truly intended to make use of the Luo Family, the waste. He picked up two empty bowls from the table and poured so water into them.
After biting his finger and dripping a drop of blood into three bowls, "Choose a bowl each and drip your blood into it," he said.
Though they didn't know what Shen Feng was planning, Luo Jiande and the others did not dare to ask any more questions. After cutting their fingers, they each dripped a drop of blood into a bowl.
Six, who had been standing foolishly to the side, also hurried over and dripped his blood into the third bowl.
Shen Feng waved his arm, and spiritual energy burst out rapidly, tearing Luo Jiande's, Luo Zhiyong's, and Six's shirts open at the chest, exposing their hearts.
Luo Jiande was the one who dripped blood into the first bowl.
Shen Feng covered the bowl with his hand. Wisps of spiritual energy emanated from his palm as he chanted so strange incantations.
When he lifted his hand, the water in the bowl churned nonstop.
Shen Feng's and Luo Jiande's blood rged, seeming to form a sinister face that surfaced amidst the turbulent water in the bowl.
Picking up the bowl,
Shen Feng splashed its contents onto Luo Jiande's exposed heart.
The entire bowl of faintly red-tinged water poured precisely over Luo Jiande's chest.
After the water was splashed onto his chest, not a single drop fell to the ground; instead, it wriggled on his chest, as if it had congealed into a worm.
The worm, ford from the water, started to infiltrate slowly into his heart through its movent.
In just a mont, the worm that had ford from the water vanished, and a red circle appeared in Luo Jiande's palm.
Low-Level Blood Curse Technique.
It was sothing that Shen Feng had learned when he first arrived at the Immortal Realm. This Blood Curse Technique was most effective on ordinary people, while cultivators could resolve it themselves.
Once the Blood Curse Technique took effect, from the red circle in the palm, a thin red line would grow out. This red line would extend only a little each day, and once it stretched up the arm and reached the heart, the Blood Curse would erupt.
After the eruption, the heart of an ordinary person struck by this Blood Curse would beat faster and swell uncontrollably until it eventually burst, leading to death.
Of course, it would take an entire year for this red line to reach the heart!
Even if they were just a few pieces of trash, Shen Feng had to ensure their absolute obedience, since he wouldn't be staying in Nanming County for long.
After casting the Blood Curse Technique on Luo Jiande, he did the sa to Luo Zhiyong and Yang Six.
All three of them had ugly expressions, touching their chests, not yet feeling any discomfort, and they couldn't fathom how that bowl of water had entered their hearts.
After listening to Shen Feng's brief explanation, their complexions turned instantly pale.
Shen Feng chuckled and said, "You'd better not hold onto any hopes of luck; apart from , there's probably no one else in this world who can break the Blood Curse for you."
Shen Feng pointed at Yang Six, and the Spiritual Energy emanating from his finger entered the red circle in Yang Six's palm.
The Blood Curse Technique could be accelerated by the use of Spiritual Energy.
"I'll let you see the power of the Blood Curse Technique," Shen Feng said indifferently.
He had no regard for Yang Six, who just recently had pointed a gun at his head on the bus. Shen Feng was one to hold grudges.
Moreover, Yang Six was no longer of any use; what could he do for Shen Feng? It was better to make an example out of him, to teach Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong to keep their heads down and behave.
As the Spiritual Energy infiltrated the circle in Yang Six's palm, a red line started to spread forth.
With the Spiritual Energy stimulating it, the line extended rapidly, snaking up his arm towards the heart in his chest.
Yang Six had no ti to react.
Once the red line reached his heart, his normally paced heartbeat suddenly quickened.
"Thump thump thump—"
As his heartbeats grew faster and the swelling more intense, Yang Six's face reddened; he felt as though his chest was about to explode. His body stiffened and fell to the ground, his legs kept stretching out, and mouthfuls of fresh blood flowed incessantly from his mouth.
Luo Jiande and Luo Zhiyong, watching from the side, kept swallowing nervously. Witnessing the vivid example of Yang Six, they even held their breath. These incomprehensible tactics had completely intimidated them. Looking at the red circle in their palms, they realized that from now on, they had to obediently follow orders and be good dogs for Shen Feng, otherwise, even if they thought about running away, they would only et a dead end.
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