Chapter 149: The Hypnotist’s Legacy

At that time, Wang Bing did not know what was special about Ye Feng. He only knew him as the truck driver who had killed his entire family.

Whenever Ye Feng appeared, Wang Bing would glare at him with venomous hatred, as if searching for some heinous crime in that honest face.

But Ye Feng only remained silent, meeting his gaze with a hint of helplessness.

After a moment, it was always Wang Bing who looked away first, for he truly could not find any trace of hatefulness in the man before him.

On the man’s third visit, as he casually peeled an orange for him, Wang Bing, who had maintained his hostility, finally spoke.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

The man continued peeling the orange, eyes downcast.

“No.”

“Why? You’re the one who killed my parents.”

As if surprised by Wang Bing’s words, Ye Feng’s expression froze. Even his hands, mid-peel, stopped involuntarily.

“That wasn’t my fault.”

Legally speaking, that was true. Wang Bing’s father had been driving drunk, ran a red light, and crashed into the trailer of Ye Feng’s truck. He was found fully at fault.

The humanitarian compensation Ye Feng paid was fully covered by his comprehensive insurance. He suffered no loss, and accordingly, had no obligation to care for the boy. Yet he still came.

Ye Feng owed this severely injured youth nothing—after all, it was an absolute calamity for him. But for Wang Bing, it was entirely different.

He needed a target for his hatred. He needed to convince himself that everything was that enemy’s fault, so that the image of his family could remain perfect in his heart, giving him the strength to go on living.

That object was, without a doubt, Ye Feng.

“It was you.”

Hearing the boy’s stubborn reply, Ye Feng was silent for a long moment. Then he made his first wrong decision.

He hypnotized Wang Bing and implanted a suggestion.

The content of the hypnosis was to make Wang Bing believe that he was a good man, his savior and master.

It wasn’t a lie, but it was certainly a form of deception. Even after Wang Bing learned hypnosis himself, he could not remove this psychological suggestion from his heart.

Perhaps he had come to accept Ye Feng’s existence?

Unknown. But from the looks of it, he still harbored deep resentment toward Ye Feng.

After that came a cliché story: under Ye Feng’s tutelage, Wang Bing mastered the art of hypnosis. His talent was considerable, and he was willing to put in the effort.

However, effort always needs a goal. That goal was given to Wang Bing by Ye Feng.

“You’re quite good. You should become the finest hypnotist in Mozhou.”

Wang Bing achieved that—but only after Ye Feng left. At that time, the title had always belonged to Ye Feng.

That was when the North City Hypnosis House was still flourishing. As Ye Feng’s disciple, Wang Bing also worked there, witnessing many dark secrets of the trade.

Though clients came in droves, many of them from prominent backgrounds, this also led to extremely troublesome issues.

Some clients had requests that were quite explicit, even perverse. If they were ordinary people, it might have been manageable. But these individuals were often powerful officials or wealthy magnates—hard to offend.

Even if Ye Feng refused to satisfy them, they had plenty of ways to realize those ideas in reality.

So Ye Feng did not refuse. Or perhaps, one of his original intentions in establishing the Hypnosis House was to allow people to vent their negative emotions and thoughts through this method.

He understood that the human heart harbored countless dark desires—this was no surprise. As long as those intentions were not put into practice, after all, one is judged by actions, not thoughts. What he did was, in essence, for the sake of so-called harmony.

Shameful, as long as they were not acted upon—after all, if judged by deeds and not intentions…

But he miscalculated one thing: human desires are rarely satisfied easily. Instead, they continue to expand in the process of pursuit.

Then, evil would breed.

Soon, everything went contrary to Ye Feng’s expectations. The Hypnosis House became a record of sin, and he became a target of public criticism.

It was during this time that Ye Feng took his wife and left Mozhou, raising the two siblings in Jinzhou.

But people’s demands did not vanish into thin air. Unable to find Ye Feng, they turned to Wang Bing.

It was also during this time that the North City Hypnosis House declined and was forgotten, while Wang Bing became the finest hypnotist.

At that time, Ye Feng was stung by the coldness of reality, his heart full of gloom. He temporarily abandoned thoughts of the Hypnosis House and devoted himself to something else—a powerful hypnosis technique that could forcibly alter others’ thoughts.

As for the result, it was now in Ye Yu’s hands.

“You’re really different from him. More restless, more superficial. I can see through you at a glance. Don’t worry, I don’t hate him now.”

Though Ye Yu’s cheeks were flushed, Wang Bing naturally had no improper thoughts toward her. All he felt was a covetous desire for what Ye Feng had left behind. But since he didn’t know exactly what it was and feared Ye Yu would stubbornly refuse to hand it over, he decided to adopt a soft approach.

“Actually, there’s no need for us to be enemies. Our goals don’t conflict. You want to find your parents; so do I. I can also ensure that no one else in Mozhou harms you, as long as you’re willing to share Master’s legacy with me.”

Hearing this, Ye Yu instinctively hid the white phone deeper into her sleeve. She gritted her teeth, watching Wang Bing’s every move warily.

A hypnosis app… It could be considered the “Burning Manual” of the hypnotist world. No wonder Wang Bing was so obsessed with it.

But she would never hand over her father’s legacy to such an ungrateful wretch—unless she was left with no other choice.

Well, she didn’t have the determination to live and die with the hypnosis app, that’s for sure.

After all, life was more important. Where there’s life, there’s hope. Moreover, it was Ye Feng who had taken it upon himself to leave her and dump the mess of the Hypnosis House onto her.

If Ye Feng knew she was in danger, he probably wouldn’t begrudge the so-called legacy. Ye Yu was confident of that.

“Alright, alright, it seems we can’t come to an agreement. But I guess you can’t hold out much longer here, can you? As for me, I can stay here with you as long as it takes.”

Wang Bing smiled faintly and said nothing more, merely sipping his coffee with an air of feigned elegance.

At some point, the room’s exit had been locked. Now neither of them could leave.

Seeing this, Ye Yu was slightly startled, but soon she realized another issue.

“Wait, haven’t you healed your lower body yet?”

Stung at his sore point again, Wang Bing’s face darkened.

“No. So what? Do you think I care about such things at this point…”

“You will care soon enough.”

The next moment, Ye Yu suddenly stood up, stretching her limbs. Then, right in front of Wang Bing, she cracked her knuckles.

A crisp series of pops rang out from her fingers—a trick she often played as a child, and also a prelude to throwing a punch.

Looking at Ye Yu’s cold, fierce expression, Wang Bing’s anger immediately dissipated. He broke out in a cold sweat.

Only then did he remember: facing this girl who was also hard to hypnotize, once his most powerful hypnosis failed, he was left completely defenseless.

“That rotten dad taught you? Then let me give you a second lesson: the most effective hypnosis in the world often only needs some simple, crude methods. Come on, let me put you to sleep.”

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