Chapter 225 Roll Out
This evening, Sun Changkui and his son suffered to the extreme. It started with their shoulders feeling as if they had been broken; they didn’t dare to move their arms. Then the pain persisted, like being pricked by needles, an indescribable agony as if they were on fire.
They thought that Song Xiaodong had broken their bones, so they hurried to the hospital for treatment. On the way, they kept cursing Song Xiaodong and thought about how to take revenge once they were back.
However, after thorough examinations, there seemed to be nothing wrong with their shoulders. Not only did the pain not subside, but it also got worse and worse.
Recalling the last two sentences Song Xiaodong had said before leaving, they felt a chill in their hearts. This was clearly a method left by him to deal with them, intended to prevent them from seeking revenge.
The most frightening thing was that although they were in unspeakable pain, the doctors simply couldn’t diagnose any illness—an absolute inability to treat the root cause of their suffering.
"Dad, could this be... some kind of evil technique?" Sun Xiaolong asked softly, enduring the pain.
Sun Changkui’s face turned pale. As a rural man, he had an even stronger belief in feudal superstitions like ghosts and gods, and evil techniques. Though it had crossed his mind, he had never spoken it out loud; but now that his son mentioned it, he felt a relentless chill crawling up his spine.
If Song Xiaodong were just good at fighting, Sun Changkui definitely wouldn’t have conceded. He had become the village chief and dominated the village through fighting. But such mysterious evil techniques were unpredictable, leaving them unsure of what they would face next. He didn’t know whether if he went to sleep, he might never wake up again. How could he not be afraid?
In the dead of night, Sun Changkui sought out two nearby renowned soothsayers. They went through the motions and rattled on with a bunch of nonsense, but the pain didn’t lessen.
"Dad, I can’t take it anymore. If it keeps hurting like this, I might as well be dead," Sun Xiaolong, who was not at all resilient, couldn’t help but cry out.