721: Chapter 710: Psychological Suggestion, Clever Move 721: Chapter 710: Psychological Suggestion, Clever Move Ning Fan said something that Teng Huayang initially didn’t believe, even seeking a flaw in Ning Fan’s expression as proof.
All lies, lies!
He kept telling himself this to feel at ease, but when Ning Fan’s Silver Needle was about to pierce into his crown point, Teng Huayang panicked.
He couldn’t find a single flaw in Ning Fan’s impeccable gaze and ultimately lost his composure.
“I am the Young Master of the Yunteng Family, my father is Teng Zhuhai, even the entire Yunteng Family won’t let you off, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll release me now, otherwise, ahhh!”
Before Teng Huayang could finish, Ning Fan pierced the Silver Needle into Teng Huayang’s crown point.
Like a drowning man gasping for air, Teng Huayang breathed heavily, his face dripping with sweat, his clothing soaked through with perspiration.
“Allow me to introduce the sensation, young master of the Yunteng Family,” Ning Fan said with a mocking smile on his face, “Firstly, you’ll feel an unbearable itching starting from your head, then spreading to your neck, and lastly throughout your body.
Soon, you’ll itch all over, even your heart!”
Ning Fan whispered in Teng Huayang’s ear, his voice seemingly laced with magic power, driving Teng Huayang into a state of absolute frenzy.
As Ning Fan described, Teng Huayang felt an itch on his face that slowly spread throughout his body, until at last, even his guts felt itchy.
He wanted to scratch, but with his acupoints sealed, he could do nothing but endure the overwhelming itchiness.
It was an itch that seemed to reach deep into his bones.
Teng Huayang’s eyes filled with bloodshot veins, his face became distorted with bulging veins like raging rivers.
“You want to scratch, don’t you?
No, you can’t, not yet, the itching will get worse.
Your blood will start to boil, your body to heat up, your veins as if they’re about to burst, your heart about to tear apart!”
It was as if a demon was whispering in his ear, and Teng Huayang experienced exactly what Ning Fan described.
“Ah, ah!”
But just as Ning Fan had said, he couldn’t do anything but scream hysterically.
Teng Huayang’s adrenaline surged, making him acutely aware of his senses.
Watching Teng Huayang’s pitiful state, Ning Fan smirked.
“I lied to you.”
“What?”
Suddenly, the itching ceased abruptly, as if nothing had ever happened.
Soaked in sweat, Teng Huayang stared at Ning Fan, eyes vacant and bewildered.
Ning Fan looked at Teng Huayang with a smirk, his schadenfreude-filled smile piercingly bright in Teng Huayang’s eyes.
“Psychological suggestion; it’s only because you think it’ll happen that your brain makes the wrong judgment.
So, you see, I lied to you.”
This trick had never failed for Ning Fan; he had Teng Huayang’s mentality completely in his grasp.
Every one of his glances and gestures carried a hint, and when he truly deceived Teng Huayang’s brain, even a lie, upon the brain’s judgment, turned real.
It was only when Ning Fan revealed the deception that Teng Huayang finally broke free from that state of torment.
The feeling of toying with an enemy was indeed delightful.
Ning Fan laughed heartily, while Xiao Jianming and Di Baitian behind him were a bit afraid of the current Ning Fan.
And after Teng Huayang came to his senses, he seemed to have lost all strength in his body, only able to glare at Ning Fan with eyes that refused to close in death, which clearly showed how much he hated Ning Fan now.
He had been played, cruelly played, like a monkey being made to dance in circles by Ning Fan.
“How does it feel, was the experience just now quite real?”
Ning Fan said mockingly, his expression, in Teng Huayang’s eyes, utterly detestable.
He wished he could grind Ning Fan to dust.
But fatefully, Teng Huayang was incapable of such an act, and likely never would be; he could only look up pitifully at Ning Fan, who was taunting him, powerless to do anything.
The esteemed Young Master of the Yunteng Family was made a mockery, a monkey for their amusement.
The humiliation was indescribable for Teng Huayang; he wanted nothing more than to die.
“What’s the matter, Young Master of the Yunteng Family has nothing to say now?”
Ning Fan looked down at Teng Huayang disdainfully, thinking that after all he was just an empty sack, in the same category as Shangguan Yunyang.
No, perhaps even worse than Shangguan Yunyang—he was an enhanced version of Huo Zhanyun!
If Huo Zhanyun knew he was being used as a comparison by Ning Fan, who knows what kind of expression he would have.
“The Yunteng Family will never let you off.
If you have the guts, just kill me!”
Teng Huayang’s voice was extremely hoarse as if dehydrated, speaking faintly.
After enduring both physical and mental devastation, he was exhausted in body and spirit.
Ning Fan smiled contemptuously at Teng Huayang’s threat, squatted in front of him, and patted his cheek, saying, “Why would I bear to kill you?
You are still of use to me.”
The Young Master of the Yunteng Family was quite an excellent hostage; it just wasn’t clear whether Family Head Teng Zhuhai had only this precious son.
If so, then it couldn’t be any better.
“You!”
Teng Huayang glared at Ning Fan, spitting out a word heavily before falling silent.
“What ‘you’?
Is what I’m doing incorrect?”
Ning Fan tilted his head, laughing as he glanced at Teng Huayang.
So, they allow themselves to capture important people close to Ning Fan as hostages, but he’s not permitted to do the same?
It was simply laughable.
This kind of thing was probably done far more often by the Yunteng Family anyway!
“Come on, take another look at this Silver Needle.
This time it’s real.
However, I’ll give you one chance.
Tell me, have Shangguan Tenglong and the others been healed by your family already?”
Another Silver Needle appeared in Ning Fan’s hand.
Seeing his movements, Teng Huayang, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring, immediately withdrew his head, and all color drained from his face.
He truly feared Ning Fan now, no longer daring to speculate whether Ning Fan was deceiving him or not.
Having tasted a fate worse than death, Teng Huayang never wanted to experience it a second time in his life.
“No, Shangguan Tanglong wouldn’t agree!”
“You think I can’t tell when you’re lying?”
“No no no, I’m not lying.
Shangguan Tenglong hasn’t been healed.
It was someone else who was healed!”
Teng Huayang immediately explained, originally intending to hide the truth but seeing Ning Fan’s gesture to use the needle again made him confess immediately.
Xiao Jianming and Di Baitian couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Teng Huayang was so flustered he didn’t realize the Silver Needle on his crown had disappeared, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t noticed.
The Silver Needle in Ning Fan’s hand was the very same one from before; Ning Fan intended to use the old trick again.
But this time, Teng Huayang was much more compliant.