Hearing Shen Lang's words, Lin Nianfo suddenly understood.
He finally understood why Shen Lang had been hostile to him since their first meeting. The root of the problem was here.
"Young man, although I don't know who your friend is, nor whether your friend is male or female, I still want to apologize."
"However, as the saying goes, a general's success is built on the bones of countless soldiers. To achieve great things, one must be ruthless and conscience-less. Killing a few people is nothing."
"The Warring States period had a population of twenty million, and Bai Qi alone slaughtered one-tenth. If we talk about monstrous sins, no one can compare to him, yet who will curse him in later generations?"
Lin Nianfo said, "History books only remember and praise those who succeed and survive. As for those who die, no matter how innocent or kind they were, who will care about them?"
"Young man, try to be more open-minded. The dead are dead, but the living can live better."
Lin Nianfo fiddled with the prayer beads on his hand and said, "If you are willing to be my friend, Lin Nianfo, everything I promised just now still stands."
Even though Shen Lang had exposed the Lin family's dirtiest secret, Lin Nianfo still wanted to recruit Shen Lang for his own use.
The Lin family already controlled real estate and medical resources. If they gained a divine doctor with superb medical skills, they would truly be invincible and would not decline for at least several decades.
"You are not worthy of me being your friend."
Shen Lang slowly stood up from his chair and said coldly, "Lin Nianfo, you have only one ending, and that is to go to hell and atone for the children you have harmed."
"Good—"
Seeing that Shen Lang's resolve was unshakable, Lin Nianfo finally gave up trying to recruit Shen Lang and said, "Since that's the case, please heal the poisoned sores on my body first, young man."
If Shen Lang didn't heal him, Lin Nianfo would die soon.
But if Shen Lang healed him, killing him again would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
The Lin family had countless experts. For a mere Shen Lang to try and kill him would only result in Shen Lang's death.
While Lin Nianfo was speaking, Shen Lang took out a black glazed bottle from his pocket, poured a black pill from it, and handed it to Lin Nianfo, saying, "Eat this."
"What is this?"
Looking at the dark pill in Shen Lang's hand, Lin Nianfo said nervously.
"This is not poison, but a detoxification pill."
Shen Lang said, "This detoxification pill can neutralize the toxins of your poisoned sores and heal them."
"Kid, why should we believe you?"
After Shen Lang finished speaking, the man with the square face who had spoken earlier said, "If you gave us poison, wouldn't the old man die prematurely?"
The speaker was none other than Lin Nianfo's son, Lin Zhengyi.
Although Lin Nianfo's name was Nianfo (thinking of Buddha), his crimes were numerous and unforgivable, which was ironic enough.
And his son was actually named Lin Zhengyi (righteousness), which made it even more ironic.
"I will kill him, but not now, and I will not poison him."
Shen Lang placed the pill on the table in front of Lin Nianfo and said, "The medicine is here. Whether you eat it or not depends on you, but I advise you to eat it."
"Of course, whether you eat this pill or not, you will die in three days."
"Hahaha—"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Lin Nianfo picked up the detoxification pill from the table and said, "Young man, I believe you."
With that, Lin Nianfo slowly took off his clothes. It was revealed that Lin Nianfo was covered in poisoned sores the size of a baby's fist, totaling thirty.
These poisoned sores were dark in color, filled with toxic blood, and emitted a foul odor.
At this moment, Lin Nianfo no longer seemed like a living person but a rotting corpse.
Lin Nianfo glanced at his body with disgust and then directly put the black pill into his mouth.
The pill melted in his mouth.
The next second, Lin Nianfo felt a cool sensation flow through his body. The intense pain in his body gradually disappeared, and he saw that the poisoned sores on his body were also shrinking bit by bit.
One minute passed, and the poisoned sores on Lin Nianfo's body shrank from the size of a baby's fist to the size of a rice dumpling.
Five minutes passed, and the poisoned sores on Lin Nianfo's body shrank from the size of a rice dumpling to the size of a glass bead.
Ten minutes passed, and the poisoned sores on Lin Nianfo's body shrank from the size of a glass bead to the size of a pea.
Twenty minutes passed, and all the poisoned sores on Lin Nianfo's body disappeared as if they had never existed.
"This..."
Whether it was Lin Tianxiong, Lin Zhengyi, or the others present, their eyes widened in disbelief at this scene.
"How can there be such a miraculous thing in this world?"
After all, over the years, Lin Nianfo had sought countless divine doctors to cure his poisoned sores, but none had succeeded.
Yet Shen Lang had cured Lin Nianfo's decade-long chronic illness with just a small pill. How could anyone not be shocked?
Who exactly was this young man?
"The feeling of health, I can finally feel healthy again."
Lin Nianfo was also shocked, but more so excited and joyful. He laughed heartily, "I thought I would be tormented to death by these poisoned sores in this lifetime. I never expected to be cured one day. Haha, good, too good."
"Happy?"
At this moment, Shen Lang spoke, "Does this feeling make you feel like you've come back to life?"
"But, I'm sorry to tell you that you can only live for three days. After three days, your death will be a hundred times more painful than your poisoned sores bursting and you dying suddenly."
With that, Shen Lang said to Lin Tianxiong, who was standing by, "I have healed him. Now you can send me back."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Lin Tianxiong was a little excited and said, "Young master, I have an impudent request. I wonder if you could..."
"No."
Before Lin Tianxiong could finish speaking, Shen Lang's cold voice rang out, "You have committed countless evils alongside Lin Nianfo, and you also have poisoned sores on your body. However, you are not qualified for me to treat you."
With that, Shen Lang turned and walked downstairs, not even looking at Lin Tianxiong's reaction.
"Tianxiong, send him back first."
Lin Nianfo saw this and smiled, saying.
"Dad, the detoxification pill that this kid has can cure our poisoned sores. We can't let him leave so easily."
Lin Zhengyi said anxiously, "Instead of letting him go back, why not kill him now? Not only can we get his detoxification pill to cure our poisoned sores, but we can also eliminate a future trouble for you, my father."
"What you said makes sense, but this kid gives me a terrifying feeling. I always feel that if we make a move now, we might not only fail to kill him but also be killed by him."
Lin Nianfo's expression was solemn, and he said, "We are porcelain, and there's no need to clash with earthenware. If we want to kill him, we can, but we need to let professionals do it. There's no need to take risks."
"Who?"
Lin Zhengyi asked curiously.
"The broken people, the broken knives."
A murderous intent filled Lin Nianfo's face. "It's been too long since Duan Dao has tasted blood..."