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Ye Feng did not directly refuse, but instead examined the Black Mist Five Rings in the safe.
The Black Mist Five Rings were entirely black, with a faint red light flickering within the darkness. Their surface was extremely irregular, uneven, and inscribed with numerous arcane runes, all of which were different from one another.
Ye Feng observed for a long while and found that he did not recognize the arcane runes on them. However, they gave him an uncomfortable feeling...
"This... I'm not very clear... I can't make out any clues... I don't recognize the arcane runes on it!"
After examining for a while, Ye Feng put down the Black Mist Five Rings and said to Wang Batian.
Ye Feng truly saw nothing. Moreover, even if he had seen something, he would not have told Wang Batian. He certainly wouldn't believe that this guy would give him benefits for no reason.
Wang Batian gave Ye Feng a very uncomfortable feeling, like a viper eyeing him...
What bothered Ye Feng even more was that the Black Mist Five Rings evoked a baseless revulsion in him!
"Sigh!"
Seeing this, Wang Batian sighed with regret, "Little brother, it seems that I, Wang Batian, can only continue to guard a treasure mountain in vain!"
"Little brother, if you have time, you can come and look at these Black Mist Five Rings again. Perhaps you'll find something!"
After a pause, Wang Batian added.
"Uh... We'll see. I really don't know much about arcane runes~"
Ye Feng waved his hand slightly, and his mind drifted to the elder in python robes he had seen in the Secret Armor Institute. That person had made Shen Bai and Cang Shi quite nervous, and their status was likely not below Shen Qing's.
"Shen Bai called that person Old Wang... Is he related to the Wang family...? Is that why Wang Batian approached me?"
Ye Feng muttered to himself, then spoke again, "Patriarch Wang, it's getting late, we'll be heading back!"
"Please forgive any lack of hospitality!"
Wang Batian did not try to keep them. He stood up and accompanied Ye Feng and Xiao Xiao to the door.
"Little brother, there are too many people paying attention to you in Mech City now. Be careful on your way!"
At the door, Wang Batian suddenly said to Ye Feng.
"Thank you!"
Ye Feng frowned slightly, thanked him, and then strode forward.
...
Not long after, Wang Batian returned to the hall where he had entertained Ye Feng. A python-robed elder was now present, the same Old Wang that Ye Feng had seen in the Secret Armor Institute.
"Is it necessary to make things so complicated?"
Old Wang looked at Wang Batian with a questioning gaze and frowned slightly.
"This kid is smart. He won't be fooled by an obvious trap. A mix of truth and falsehood is more interesting!"
"However, the timing seems a bit off!"
Wang Batian turned to look in the direction Ye Feng had left, his eyes narrowing.
Then he looked at the middle-aged man with yellow lips beside him, "Huang Ya, go and add some fuel to the fire for that kid!"
The middle-aged man with yellow lips did not reply. He nodded slightly and strode towards the door...
Seeing this, Old Wang also turned to leave, but Wang Batian called out to him, "Since you're here, let's have a meal together... Father!"
"You... What did you just call me?"
Old Wang turned around and looked at Wang Batian, his wrinkled face showing obvious surprise.
"Father! Did I call you wrong?"
Wang Batian retorted, then gestured for Old Wang, his target being the steaming dishes on the table.
"Good... Good!"
A smile appeared on Old Wang's face, and he looked quite excited. "It's good too. It's been a long time since we father and son had a proper meal together!"
As he spoke, Old Wang took the lead and sat down at the round table, picking up his chopsticks to eat.
Because the table had a heating device underneath, and Ye Feng and the others had not started eating, the dishes were still delicious and appetizing.
"Here, Father, this is your favorite dog joy... this is fresh pork intestine... a medium-rare steak..."
After sitting down, Wang Batian picked up his chopsticks and served Old Wang. Old Wang clearly enjoyed these dishes and ate heartily.
After a while, Old Wang suddenly stopped eating. He looked at Wang Batian in confusion, "Xiao Tian, why aren't you eating?"
Wang Batian smiled slightly, "I'm waiting for my food to be full!"
"Wh-what?"
Old Wang was somewhat stunned and didn't react.
At this moment, Wang Batian made his move. He suddenly threw the carving knife in his hand at Old Wang, aiming for his heart.
Old Wang's eyes changed, and he quickly twisted his body to the side, narrowly dodging the flying carving knife.
But before he could react further, a black figure suddenly appeared behind him. Several flashes of light flickered past. Old Wang grunted and fell to the ground, his shoulder and knee pierced by a rune-engraved blade.
"Ah! Ah!"
Old Wang, lying on the ground, let out a piercing scream, but because of the rune-engraved blade, he was completely unable to move.
"This... This is a blood seal pattern..."
"Old... Old ghost... you... you guys... what the hell are you doing? What do you want?"
Old Wang struggled to turn his head and looked at the black figure behind him, then at Wang Batian, his face filled with fear and anger.
The black figure remained silent, shrugged, and then looked at Wang Batian opposite him, "You'll have to ask your son about that!"
At this moment, Wang Batian also stood up from his chair. He slowly walked towards Old Wang, "Father, you shouldn't have dodged just now. How could I kill such precious food!"
"After all, only by eating raw is the tradition of our clan, isn't it?!"
By the end, Wang Batian's eyes were filled with coldness and cruelty.
"You... What the hell are you talking about?"
Hearing Wang Batian's words, Old Wang's expression changed slightly.
"Actually, I always knew... why you've never liked me since I was little..."
Wang Batian looked up at the night sky, "When I was a child, I never understood what I did to make you dislike me... No matter what I achieved, how I performed, I could never get your approval..."
"Your gaze always held a hint of disgust... a disgust from the bottom of your heart..."
"I thought about it for a long time, but I never found an answer... until one day..."
At this point, Wang Batian paused, a sinister smile on his face, "Father, how did Grandpa die?"
"You... You mean you... you already know..."
Old Wang's face was filled with terror, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"You ate Grandpa, didn't you?"
Wang Batian smiled faintly, turned to walk towards the round table, picked up a bottle of salad dressing, and returned to Old Wang's side. He unscrewed the cap and poured the salad dressing directly onto the back of his father's head and neck.
"No... Don't... Don't..."
Old Wang was scared pale by his son Wang Batian's actions, and his body trembled slightly.
"Our ghoul clan's ability... by eating our own father... we can inherit all of our father's abilities... the power of the ghoul clan can truly awaken!"
At this moment, Wang Batian spoke again, his tone much gentler, "Wang Mingqin, ah, Wang Mingqin, but I am different from you..."
As he spoke, Wang Batian wiped the salad dressing from Wang Mingqin's neck and the back of his head with his hand. Just as Wang Mingqin began to relax slightly, Wang Batian's voice rang out again, and it was icy cold, "I prefer it raw!"
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