The onlookers let out mocking laughter as they saw the man cower.
The man got into his car and was about to start it with the key when his sphincter reached its limit.
A torrent of gas erupted from his nether regions, followed by a large amount of liquid and solid matter…
Instantly, a foul stench filled the Range Rover's cabin.
The smell made the man open his mouth, almost gagging. He quickly rolled down the window to get some air.
However, his action was noticed by the onlookers, who also caught the scent.
"Holy crap, this kid just shat himself…"
"It stinks so bad, it's disgusting…"
The crowd grumbled, and a few people even took out their phones to snap pictures of the car.
The man, no longer caring about the stench in the car or his wife, who was still screaming and acting like a possessed person, slammed on the accelerator and fled.
Seeing this, the woman's tears almost fell.
"Honey, oh, honey, wait for me…"
The woman's neck had already been scratched, and blood stained her clothes red.
However, Ling Tian's peeling powder became more potent when it encountered water, and it was the same with blood. In fact, the powder entering the wound was even more effective than on the skin's surface.
The woman, unable to bear it any longer, screamed and chased after her husband's car.
Ling Tian turned the steering wheel and gently pressed the accelerator, parking the car in a spot.
The crowd dispersed. Ling Tian locked the car and walked towards the shopping center hand-in-hand with Wang Bingxia.
"Ling Tian, how did you do that? Why did that man suddenly lose control of his bowels, haha!" Bingxia laughed heartily.
"It was simple. When he came to hit me, I acupunctured two points on him and set things up.
These two points are Quchi and Bishu. Think about the principle behind it.
When I was teaching you the Dongxuan Heart Sutra, I introduced knowledge related to these acupoints and meridians."
Wang Bingxia fell into thought. After a while, her brow unfurrowed.
"I remember now. Both of these acupoints are important points on the Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian.
You must have used your true qi to stimulate these two points, causing his gastrointestinal system to become disordered, and then… 'poof'!"
"Haha, my wife is as smart as she is beautiful!" Ling Tian chuckled and gently flicked Wang Bingxia's delicate nose.
"Stop it, who's your wife!" Bingxia playfully chided, but her heart felt as sweet as honey.
After having lunch, the two continued their shopping. Wang Bingxia didn't buy much for herself but bought many clothes and household items for Ling Tian.
Fortunately, their car was large, and half of its trunk was filled.
As they exited a shopping mall, they heard a commotion from the crowd outside.
"Look, someone's jumping off the building over there!"
Gossip is human nature, especially for Chinese people who love to watch a spectacle. Ling Tian followed the direction pointed by the crowd and saw a man on a shopping mall building, over ten stories high, with one leg already over the rooftop railing.
Ling Tian immediately activated his true essence, concentrating all of it in his eyes, and employed the Qi-gazing technique.
At that moment, his vision zoomed in like a digital camera with a telephoto lens, and the man's face appeared before Ling Tian.
This was a man who looked to be in his late forties. His complexion was poor, indicating someone who had been working hard for a long time.
His face was also sallow, suggesting a prolonged state of malnutrition, and his hair was thinning, showing signs of balding.
Looking at his expression, it was one of utter despair.
Ling Tian understood his expression; this was true despair, a man who had truly resolved to die!
Ling Tian immediately handed the shopping bags in his hands to Wang Bingxia.
"Wait for me here for a moment, I'll go take a look!"
Wang Bingxia nodded, her eyes filled with admiration for Ling Tian. She was very pleased that her man was a person with a sense of justice.
Ling Tian took the elevator to the top floor, only to find that all the entrances leading to the rooftop were locked.
Only one entrance was open, but the mall security had already cordoned off the area, blocking many onlookers.
Seeing this, Ling Tian smiled and shook his head. He turned and headed directly towards a rooftop entrance in the corner, the most secluded one.
The large iron gate at the entrance was tightly locked, with a thick chain preventing anyone from passing.
Ling Tian scoffed at this. With a flash of his divine sense, a small tool appeared in his hand.
This was a set of universal lock-picking tools given to him by his fourth master when he descended the mountain.
As a top assassin, lock-picking was a basic skill. How could he get close to his target without knowing how to pick locks!
"Click!"
From taking out the tools to opening the lock, Ling Tian only took two seconds. He pushed the door open, stepped onto the rooftop, and then locked the door from the inside.
On the rooftop, several mall staff members guarded the entrance to the rooftop. About 30 meters in front of the man stood a male and a female police officer.
One of the police officers, in his forties, appeared to be a negotiation expert and was earnestly trying to persuade the man.
They did not suspect Ling Tian's arrival. The officials assumed Ling Tian was mall staff, while the mall staff assumed Ling Tian was an official.
All extraneous personnel were blocked at the rooftop entrance. They never expected Ling Tian to enter from another access point.
The negotiation expert was earnestly persuading him.
"Young man, you are still young, and there are many things in this world you haven't experienced. These setbacks are not worth losing your life over."
However, the man's emotions were extremely agitated, and he refused to listen, muttering continuously.
Ling Tian listened to the man's self-talk and quickly understood what had happened. It was a simple, cliché story of a simp meeting a bad end.
This man's name was Feng Baoqiang. He was a student from a rural background, a graduate student at Jiangzhou University, and was about to graduate.
During his university years, he met a junior named Ma Rongrong, and thus began his life as a simp.
He engaged in all sorts of demeaning subservience, even becoming Ma Rongrong's personal ATM.
Feng Baoqiang's family was not wealthy. He had worked his way through school for many years. The money he earned from odd jobs, apart from tuition fees, was almost entirely spent on Ma Rongrong.
And this Ma Rongrong was not modest at all, constantly demanding this and that.
To satisfy Ma Rongrong's desires, Feng Baoqiang even worked two jobs a day, often finishing work late into the night and waking up at 6 AM to deliver food.
The long hours of labor, combined with his reluctance to spend on food and clothing, made Feng Baoqiang look prematurely aged and malnourished.