Chapter 570: A Bizarre Hobby 1

The tip of the Dagger tapped lightly on Moli's face.

A thin, long wound immediately appeared on Baobao's delicate little face.

"Ah, ah, ah—"

Moli woke up; he was woken by the pain.

He cried out loudly to protest, waving his two chubby little hands around, and accidentally touched the wound on his face, so the crying grew even louder!

Sheng Yukai had a moment of trance.

This child's eyes were too much like his own when he was young; the eyes in the photos from his childhood were just as clear.

Later, as demands increased, and Bai Xue was always whispering in his ear about how his grandfather was biased and telling him to strive for success, the purity in his gaze gradually vanished forever.

Jian Yixin stopped screaming—she had been frightened into fainting!

"Playing dead? It's not that easy."

Sheng Yukai regained his senses and tossed Moli onto the ground to let him cry.

He went outside, used a broken basin to scoop up some dirty water from a low-lying puddle, and brought it back to splash on Jian Yixin's face.

Jian Yixin let out a long sigh and slowly woke up.

"Moli, what have you done to my son?" The first thing she did upon waking was to worry about the child.

Moli was crying on the ground, wearing thin clothes.

The little blanket the child had been wrapped in was nowhere to be found; it was very cold outside now, Moli's lips were frozen purple, and his whole body was trembling as his crying grew louder.

Jian Yixin's heart felt as if it were being twisted by a knife.

"Heh."

Sheng Yukai sneered: "Can't hide your fox tail anymore? Jian Yixin, didn't you say this brat is my son? Since he's my son, why are you feeling so heartbroken? Tsk tsk, your acting is too poor. If you wanted him to live, you shouldn't have shown it so obviously."

Jian Yixin's heartfelt love for the child made him conclude that she was lying.

Sheng Yukai felt that Moli was Jian Yixin's own flesh and blood, and she had lied on purpose to keep the brat from being harmed.

She was trying very hard to explain, even willing to pay any price to get Sheng Yukai to promise not to harm the child, but the more she described, the worse it got!

The more she explained, the more Sheng Yukai believed his judgment was completely correct.

He picked up the Dagger from the ground again, intending to repeat his old trick.

But at this moment, he heard the sound of police sirens coming from afar!

Jian Yixin heard it too.

"Help!"

"Help—I'm here, someone come, help!" She disregarded everything and screamed for help with all her might.

Sheng Yukai was furious and flustered: "Shut up, you stinking woman, stop screaming, shut up."

He began to panic; he hadn't expected the police to find this place so quickly, which was different from his assessment.

He told Jian Yixin to shut up, but how could that be possible?

Calling for help was her only hope now, so she shouted even louder and more comprehensively: "I am Jian Yixin, I am here, Jian Yixin, Shi Moli is here!"

"Help—mmph!"

Sheng Yukai finally found something to stuff her mouth with.

The police cars on the highway drove away.

The sound of the sirens grew more and more distant.

But a team of people was quietly creeping toward this unfinished building.

They were holding thermal imaging equipment, and the equipment had already locked onto the positions of the three people—two adults and one child.

Sheng Yukai pulled the rag out of her mouth, pointed at the distant highway, and said triumphantly: "Shout, keep shouting, see if you can call them back again?"

Jian Yixin's face was ashen, and she spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at him: "Pah! What do you have to be proud of? You're something nobody wants; even if they didn't find us for the moment, they must have laid a net to catch you, and you won't have a good ending."

"You piece of human scum, you degenerate, being shot by a firing squad would be letting you off easy, you're worse than an animal, you're trash, I feel disgusted just looking at you for one more second..."

Jian Yixin cursed to her heart's content.

She couldn't be bothered to play along with him anymore.

Although her words were still tough, she no longer held any hope of being rescued.

This time next year would probably be the anniversary of her death.

Based on her understanding of Sheng Yukai, she knew that Sheng Yukai would never let her leave alive!

She had endured humiliation just a moment ago only because she wanted to stall for time.

To stall until someone came to save her and her son, but the police cars had driven away; they weren't coming to save them at all.

Hope was shattered, and she gave up.

"Keep cursing, go on!"

Sheng Yukai was not angry at being cursed; instead, he squatted in front of her with a look of enjoyment, propping his chin with both hands to listen to her reprimands.

Acting cute was truly not something everyone could do.

It was cute when a child acted cute, and it was also cute when a teenage girl or a woman in her twenties acted cute.

But for a man with a turtle carved on his face, fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and graying hair to squat on the ground and act cute... that was as disgusting as it could possibly get!

Jian Yixin was about to be disgusted to the point of vomiting by him.

So she shut her mouth.

The man, who had been enjoying himself, was suddenly interrupted and was very displeased: "Why did you stop cursing? Keep going."

"If you keep going, I might let you live a little longer."

Jian Yixin had a look of resignation to death on her face: "Just kill me!"

After speaking, she closed her eyes, waiting for death to arrive.

She no longer spoke, and the child stopped crying as well.

Moli had actually fallen asleep again on the cold, hard concrete floor.

Suddenly becoming quiet, Sheng Yukai was instead unaccustomed to it; he began to grow irritable: "Speak, curse me, go on and keep cursing me." But as he spoke, drool actually flowed from his mouth.

Jian Yixin thought to herself: Pervert!

But she did not curse out loud.

Since being cursed could make him happy, why would she do that?

Sheng Yukai paced back and forth irritably on the spot, then suddenly beamed with joy, trotting over to Jian Yixin and saying: "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly stop cursing? How about you beat me up? Use a whip to lash me."

She opened her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

Sheng Yukai had become a pervert.

But this was not important.

What was important was that when he saw Jian Yixin agree, he really began to happily untie the Rope for her, and even took out a horsewhip, respectfully handing it to her with both hands: "Come on, use this to hit me!"

The handle was one meter long, and the lash was a full three or four meters long.

The length of the handle was perfect, allowing the user to unleash their full potential without hurting themselves.

The whip was thick at the front and thin at the back, appearing to be braided from cowhide, and was very sturdy.

Jian Yixin stretched her limbs, which had been stiffened by being bound, and holding the whip in her hand still gave her a very surreal feeling!

Sheng Yukai was a pervert; this conclusion was already accurate, unmistakable, and beyond doubt.

But could a mental perversion also affect one's IQ?

Jian Yixin stopped overthinking it; regardless of anything else, having hope again now was always a good thing.

"Come, come lash me!"

Sheng Yukai had a look of intoxication, his happy expression as sleazy as it could possibly be.

"Crack!"

She brought the whip down, lashing his arm, and his jacket immediately split open at the seam.

Sheng Yukai gasped in pain, rubbing his arm incessantly.

"Mmm, that feels great, continue, keep coming to lash me!"

"Crack!"

Jian Yixin brought the whip down again, this time using her full strength, lashing Sheng Yukai so hard he jumped up like a reflex!

Before he could let out a sound of intoxication, there were several more consecutive lashes, "Crack, crack, crack!" aimed directly at his head and neck.

Sheng Yukai kept jumping up and down, dodging left and right: "Hey, you missed."

"Hey! You missed again! Come on, keep going!"

In the waist-high weeds outside the unfinished building.

Several people stared at the thermal imaging, looking at each other in dismay.

They did not know what had happened!

They were now very close to the unfinished building, close enough to hear the excited shouting from upstairs!