Father is a villainous Buddhist disciple? He'll just be beaten into the light of the righteous

Shen Ji gritted her teeth and glared at Shen Jiyuan's smug face, then stuck out her buttocks and viciously crawled into the quilt.

A short while later, he emerged again, his face ashen.

Depend on!

That old, eccentric lunatic! He's really something else...!

Shen Ji, his face ashen, asked Si Jiu: "Hey, do you have rope and scissors?"

Sijiu's lips twitched: "[...What do you want to do?]"

"Hmph!" Shen Ji gritted his teeth and said, "Sterilize!"

Yoshikawa: [...]

【I…】Si Jiu wanted to say that he hadn’t done it. Based on his many days of interaction with Shen Ji, he believed that this demon child was definitely capable of doing such a thing.

Shen Ji said sinisterly, "If you don't give it to me, I'll stuff chili peppers up your anus!"

Yoshikawa: [...]

He said speechlessly, "I can't give you anything real, but I do have a hallucinogen that I can give you. However, with my limited authority, I can only exchange for it once."

After using hallucinogens, everything you do will seem like a dream to the other person when they wake up.

Shen Ji's eyes lit up: "Hey, this is good, give it to me quickly."

Sijiu redeemed it for him from the system shop: 【Just let Old Dengwen smell it.】

Shen Ji stood with his hands on his hips, grinning sinisterly like a devil, and let Shen Jiyuan smell it.

After a while, he tiptoed to Shen Jiyuan's head, raised his hand and patted his face, "Dad? Shen Jiyuan?? Old Deng??"

*

Shen Jiyuan felt that something was wrong.

He was clearly awake just now, and he even saw that brat Shen Ji muttering something to himself next to him.

He was about to speak when suddenly everything went black.

When I opened my eyes again, how did I end up in this dark room?

This is where?

Shen Jiyuan raised his eyes blankly, wanting to get up, but then he was startled again.

He then realized that he was tied up, lying face down.

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

His gaze suddenly darkened, and a sharp, cold glint flashed in his eyes.

What happened? Was he kidnapped?

How is this possible?!

Where is Shen Ji?

Shen Ji slept in the same bed with him last night, so were they tied up here together?

"Shen Ji!!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs, but no one answered.

The room was completely silent except for the echoes of his shouts.

Shen Jiyuan's heart sank.

Has that brat already been torn apart by five horses?

His face turned ashen as he tugged at the rope binding him, but the rope, though thin, was incredibly strong.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

Shen Jiyuan's heart sank even further.

He gritted his teeth and shouted again at the top of his lungs, "Shen..."

Before he could finish calling out "Shen Ji," the room suddenly went even darker. Before he could even react, a head the size of a round table appeared in front of him.

Upon closer inspection, the face on that large head was none other than Shen Ji!

Shen Jiyuan stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief.

What...what kind of magical, mutated world has he stumbled into?

"Daddy~" The big head suddenly grinned and called him sweetly.

Shen Jiyuan shuddered at the sinister voice, "Holy shit, who the hell are you?!"

With his large head blinking his big, bell-like eyes, he innocently said, "I'm your son, Ya's dad."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He suspected he wasn't fully awake yet, otherwise how could he have seen something so bizarre?

Shen Jiyuan suddenly closed his eyes, silently counted a few numbers, and then opened them again with a whoosh.

The next second, he met a pair of eyes staring straight at him.

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

No, what the hell is going on?!

He must be dreaming. He must be dreaming.

"Daddy, you're being naughty." Shen Ji pulled a pair of scissors from his small bag. "I've told you not to be love-struck, why won't you listen?"

Shen Jiyuan was taken aback. "Bullshit, I don't have any..."

"Nothing? Nothing?" Brain scoffed. "Dad, you're calling out Aunt Qingqing's name so early in the morning. Looks like you're having a very vivid dream."

Shen Jiyuan: "..."

He didn't!

This is absolutely a complete injustice.

The big-headed man said sinisterly, "Since Daddy is so disobedient, then..."

He paused, grabbed a pair of scissors the size of fire tongs, and used them to pull down Shen Jiyuan's pants...

"I have no choice but to sacrifice my own family for the greater good!"

Any man would be afraid if threatened like that.

The same goes for Shen Jiyuan.

He's completely dazed right now.

He had no idea whether he was dreaming or whether that brat Shen Ji had actually mutated and was going to get rid of him...

If it were fake, the icy touch told him with unmistakable clarity that it was real.

Those are real scissors!

it is true!

Shen Jiyuan's expression changed drastically. He struggled to pull at the ropes binding his hands, "Shen Ji!! What are you doing?!"

Shen Ji grinned, "Dad, if you were gone... would you still have the nerve to pursue Aunt Qingqing?"

"Sigh." He sighed again. "Dad, I really don't want to do this."

"But it's your own fault for always being so stubborn."

"Hmm."

Shen Ji stroked his chin, tilted his head, and thought for a moment, then tapped the scissors again...

"In my opinion, that's the problem!"

"If Dad were gone, I certainly wouldn't have these three thousand emotions and worries."

Shen Jiyuan bit his tongue, the pain making his nose sting and tears welling up in his eyes.

The taste of blood instantly filled my mouth.

But the scene before him didn't disappear. Shen Jiyuan was startled. What kind of dream was this?

How can this be so real?!

dying!

Whether in reality or in a dream, Shen Jiyuan didn't want to be castrated by his own son!

Cold sweat poured down his forehead as he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't wrong me. When did I say I was going to pursue Qingqing?"

Big-Headed Shen Ji snorted, "You're talking about playing every day in your dreams... about Aunt Qingqing and stuff, you shameless bastard, I'm embarrassed to even mention your beastly behavior!"

Shen Jiyuan stared at him, utterly bewildered. "Bullshit! When the hell did I ever have a dream like that?"

"What I meant was..."

"Stop making excuses!" Shen Ji was determined to teach this old man a lesson. He grumbled and brandished the scissors, then grinned wickedly, "Old man!"

……

………………

The next second, before Shen Jiyuan could even speak, he stared wide-eyed at the pair of scissors the size of fire tongs…

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Shen Jiyuan sat up abruptly in bed, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, the thick taste of blood spreading in his mouth.

He didn't have time to think about anything else. With trembling hands, he threw off the covers. The sheets were soaked in red, and his pants and legs were covered in blood.

Shen Jiyuan's pupils suddenly contracted, veins bulged on his forehead, and he roared through gritted teeth, "Shen Ji!!!!!"

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(Heavens above, this chapter is driving me crazy! I didn't write anything!)