Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 540: Terrible Bad Habits

Chapter 540: Chapter 540: Terrible Bad Habits

Afterwards, when the child was born, Wan Ren thought that Jia Fang would definitely be devoted to him.

After all, there were quite a few families in the village whose daughters-in-law had come to them in this way.

He thought Jia Fang would settle down.

But to his surprise, Jia Fang never gave up the thought of running away.

Even though their child was already ten years old.

Jia Fang still wanted to escape.

Just that day, Wan Ren happened to feel unwell and returned home early from the fields.

Seeing that Jia Fang still wanted to run away, Wan Ren couldn’t help but hit her, wanting to teach her a lesson.

Unexpectedly, Jia Fang fought back, and the two scuffled together.

Wan Ren became even more furious and increasingly resentful toward Jia Fang, and in a fit of anger, he pushed her away.

As Jia Fang was pushed to the ground, he caught sight of a brick that was propping up the table, picked it up and started smashing it relentlessly into the back of Jia Fang’s head.

He didn’t know how many times he had struck her, until Jia Fang’s occiput was a bloody mess and he saw the fresh blood on his hands, only then did he realize, feeling panicked and unease.

At that moment, Wan Jiayuan’s grandmother, seeing that Wan Ren hadn’t gone back to the fields, worried something had happened, came back and was shocked into a stupor.

But once she regained her senses, she grabbed Wan Ren and urged him to quickly dispose of the body.

The two first hid the body in the house and cleaned up the bloodstains.

When Wan Jiayuan returned, they said that Jia Fang had left early and was not at home.

Taking advantage of the night when Wan Jiayuan was asleep, the mother and son carried Jia Fang’s body and hid it in the wild graves of their own family cemetery.

They didn’t dare hide the body in someone else’s cemetery for fear of being discovered.

With their own land, there was no fear of discovery.

"So by this point, the situation had basically stabilized," Zhan Han said, looking at Wan Jiayuan’s pale face and patting his shoulder sympathetically, "Old classmate, you have to hang in there. Your dad knows you’re coming back and said he wants to see you. Do you... want to see him?"

Wan Jiayuan didn’t know what Wan Ren now wanted to say to him.

He didn’t even know how he had numbly followed Zhan Han to the interrogation room.

Seeing Wan Ren sitting in the interrogation room, Wan Jiayuan felt somewhat stunned.

Over the years, Wan Jiayuan had given his family quite a bit of money and bought Wan Ren a lot of clothes; Wan Ren had become much cleaner and presentable.

But in just a few hours, Wan Ren had become disheveled and haggard, his face drooping with unease and panic, and his lips dry and peeling.

It was as if he had regressed decades.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wan Ren, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly looked up.

Seeing Wan Jiayuan, he became excited, "Son, son! Please get me out of here, please save me!"

Wan Jiayuan jolted back to reality, incredulously, "...You killed my mother with your own hands, you killed a person, and you still want me to save you? How am I supposed to save you, as if the law doesn’t exist? Let alone that I can’t save you, even if I could, I wouldn’t save you!"

Looking at Wan Ren, Wan Jiayuan felt both hatred and anger.

Wan Ren, full of hope for his son to save him, went almost mad upon hearing Wan Jiayuan’s words, shouting, "Jiayuan, you are my son! You are my flesh! A person can’t be this heartless! Your mother... I paid money for her, her life belongs to me! She is a part of the Wan Family, she should stay with the Wan Family, to bear me sons and daughters! It’s her own fault for always thinking of running away! Even if she’s dead, she deserved it! She sought her own death!"

Hearing these familiar words again, Wan Jiayuan was shocked into numbness, and also felt much self-reproach.