He hadn't felt such pain in a long time. The moment it struck, his face twitched uncontrollably.
Not just his face, the pain surged, and he lost all control.
"Aaaahhhh!"
Sharp cries escaped his mouth. The sensation of this pain was utterly terrifying.
It was then that Ming Yi's voice continued to echo in his ears, "Tell me, what else did your God of Bliss give you? I've already restored you to feeling like a normal person. So, am I more powerful than your god now? Can I make you clearly understand."
"Perhaps, your god, never existed?"
Ming Yi's words were like a series of alarms, constantly striking this man's soul, leaving deep imprints upon him.
The pain, coupled with Ming Yi's words, relentlessly battered the poor security guard's mind and spirit. Under this double assault, he could no longer make any judgment.
"Oh, I apologize, as a doctor, I should reattach this for you." At this moment, Lin Xiao also spoke, casually reattaching the man's wrist.
With his wrist restored, the guard, still feeling a dull ache, stared blankly at Lin Xiao, then at Ming Yi. He felt that everything he was currently experiencing was beyond his expectations.
He couldn't comprehend it all.
"Can your god do this? Or is it that you trust him so much, yet in this situation, he would abandon everything here? Is it because he has too many followers and is too busy? Or is it that in his eyes, you are insignificant, and he's too lazy to bother with you? Or perhaps... this so-called god you speak of, simply doesn't exist?"
Ming Yi's voice rang out again.
He was truly beginning to strike at the man's core, chipping away at the fortress of the Bliss Cult that had been built in his heart, bit by bit.
Ming Yi was all too familiar with these psychological suggestion techniques.
This was also why the legitimate heir of the Ning family was addressed as Ming Yi.
This was one of their treatment methods, a treatment of both body and mind. Just as it could be used for healing, it could also be employed for such psychological suggestion and brainwashing, a method that was simple, crude, and highly effective.
"No... impossible..."
Ming Yi's words had nearly shattered the man's last psychological defense. His eyes glazed over, and he couldn't understand why. Why was this happening?
"Think about it carefully. Tell me, what have you been doing these past few days? Working as a security guard here? What else?"
"I..."
He pondered for a moment. "Every day... I'm a security guard here, sixteen hours a day... My salary... 3000 a month? Room and board included..."
"Do you have weekends?"
Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow. "Sixteen hours a day, you're quite something."
"One day off a month..." the security guard continued to recall. The more he remembered, the more he felt his own despair. Finally, he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it! One day off a month, working sixteen hours a day, and only three thousand yuan?!"