Chapter 772 - 772: Go Enjoy It in Your Mind

Zheng Wei was taken to the villa where Lone Wolf and the others were.

As soon as Hui Yi got out of the car, he started bragging to his junior brothers about how he turned the tide and achieved a comeback from a desperate situation.

"Usually, all of you dislike my athlete's foot, but this time, it was my athlete's foot that achieved merit," Hui Yi said smugly.

Hui Er glanced at him, "So what?"

"So I've decided not to treat this athlete's foot, who knows, it might come in handy someday," Hui Yi replied.

In the past, the others would surely complain loudly.

But things were different now; Hui Yi lived alone in the living room, not affecting others, so naturally, no one raised any objections.

"Wake him up," Xiao Feng sat on the sofa, pointing at Zheng Wei, who was lying on the ground.

"I'll go fetch a basin of cold water," Hui Shiba said.

Hui Yi shook his head, "No need for such trouble."

As he spoke, he began to bend over, seemingly ready to take off his shoes.

"No taking off shoes!" seventeen martial monks said in unison.

Hui Yi shook his head regretfully, with an expression of a hero unable to use his talents, wasted on the wrong occasion.

A moment later, the unconscious Zheng Wei was awakened with a splash of cold water.

He opened his eyes, looked around at the people encircling him, then snorted coldly and closed his eyes again, showing a tough demeanor.

Xiao Feng chuckled, speaking calmly, "Bring a knife from the kitchen."

Ever since acquiring the Thunder Pattern Steel, Xiao Feng had sidelined his dagger.

It wasn't that he looked down on it, but the dagger had been with him for many years and was quite damaged, likely to break at any moment.

Under such conditions, Xiao Feng felt that rather than squeezing its last bit of value, it was better to keep it as a collectible.

When old, taking it out occasionally would be a nice thing.

"Clang!"

Hui Shiqi came out of the kitchen, placing two knives on the coffee table.

One was a cleaver, the other a fruit knife.

Zheng Wei's eyelids twitched involuntarily, but he still pretended to be calm, not opening his eyes to look.

Xiao Feng picked the fruit knife, walked up to Zheng Wei, squatted down, and without hesitation, stabbed it into his thigh.

"Hiss..."

Zheng Wei gritted his teeth, inhaling sharply, a visible cold sweat appeared on his forehead, his already pale complexion became even paler.

"If you have the guts... then kill me!" Zheng Wei squeezed out from between his teeth, "Kill me... and you'll... not survive either."

Xiao Feng said nothing, expressionlessly pulled out the knife, and then without giving Zheng Wei a chance to react, stabbed again.

"Puff!"

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!"

The shrill scream echoed throughout the living room.

Zheng Wei's legs trembled uncontrollably, partly due to fear, partly due to pain.

However, Xiao Feng still didn't utter a single word.

He pulled out the blade himself, then... stabbed it back in!

This time, Zheng Wei couldn't withstand it, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

Everyone present exchanged wide-eyed glances, finding it unbelievable.

Xiao Feng was affected by the Seven Evils Palm, and Zheng Wei was the only one who could undo it.

Just like Zheng Wei said, if he died, Xiao Feng wouldn't survive either.

Wasn't this akin to playing with his own life?

"Why don't I do it, though I'm not an expert in interrogation, I have some experience," Xue Nuofu suggested.

Xiao Feng shook his head, indicating it wasn't necessary.

The reason was simple, based solely on previously overheard conversations, it was easy to judge that Zheng Wei was an extremely radical existence.

Such a person might not fear death; if someone else interrogated him, he would possibly think they were afraid, making his psychological defense even more solid.

"Then let's stop the bleeding first," Hui Yi pointed at the two holes in Zheng Wei's thigh and said, "Wouldn't want him to bleed out."

Xiao Feng shook his head again, reaching for the Thunder Pattern Steel to prod Zheng Wei's hand.

"Sizzle... Sizzle... Sizzle..."

Half a minute later, a fragrance emanated from Zheng Wei's body.

"Why does it smell like roasted meat?" Lone Wolf smacked his lips and asked.

Xiao Feng tore the clothes off Zheng Wei's thigh, revealing the knife wound no longer bleeding, the surrounding meat charred black, as though burnt.

This scene left the martial monks wide-eyed in astonishment.

Nobody ever imagined that Xiao Feng, usually laughing and cursing with a seemingly good temper, could be so ruthless.

Only Lone Wolf and Xue Nuofu weren't surprised at all; they even felt that if Zheng Wei still remained uncooperative, this would merely be the beginning, far from the climax.

"Splash!"

Yet another basin of cold water splashed over, Zheng Wei slowly opened his eyes, but in a much worse state than before, his expression extremely dull.

"You..." Zheng Wei croaked, seemingly wanting to say something.

But as soon as he uttered a word, Xiao Feng raised a finger to his lips, "Shh... don't speak."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ruthless glint appeared in his eyes, and he thrust the knife next to the charred wound on Zheng Wei's thigh, then twisted it, extracting that nearly burnt piece of meat.

However, Zheng Wei barely reacted, not even furrowing his brows.

"Tough guy!" Hui Shiba said admiringly.

Lone Wolf explained coldly, "The meat's already charred, nerve endings naturally severed long ago, do you think he would feel anything when it's dug out now?"

This elicited a collective shudder from the martial monks, as they felt a chill rising from their feet all the way to the back of their necks, causing uncontrollable tremors.

"Hungry?"

Xiao Feng looked at Zheng Wei, smiling, as if welcoming a guest, with an indescribable warmth.

Zheng Wei's breathing grew heavier, unable to speak for a long time, his eyes full of terror.

To be honest, if Xiao Feng had forced him to reveal how to undo the Seven Evils Palm, he wouldn't be quite as terrified.

But Xiao Feng asked nothing of him at all, seemingly enjoying pure torture, which made him inevitably feel frightened.

At this point, Xiao Feng picked up the charred meat from the ground with the knife, brought it in front of Zheng Wei, and said, "Don't be shy, eat if you're hungry.

If you're thirsty, the eighteen people behind me will provide you with boy urine.

This isn't a treatment everyone can enjoy, feel fortunate in your heart."

"..." Lone Wolf.

"..." Xue Nuofu.

"..." The martial monks.

This is anything but fortunate!

Zheng Wei clenched his teeth, refusing to open his mouth, afraid Xiao Feng might forcibly feed him the meat.

Even though he hadn't felt pain before, he knew the meat came from his own body.

Eating his own flesh, even someone as extreme as Zheng Wei found it difficult.

After a while, Xiao Feng placed the meat aside and chuckled, "Fine, suit yourself; when you can't stand the hunger anymore, I believe you'll beg me for food.

Then I'll sprinkle some cumin and chili, I promise the taste will be unforgettable!"

"Whew... whew..."

Zheng Wei took several deep breaths, barely managing to speak calmly, "I... can... help you undo the Seven Evils Palm."

"No need," Xiao Feng shook his head, refusing, "You say drop, it drops; you say undo, it undoes; doesn't it make me look foolish?"

"..." Zheng Wei.