And now, Ye Lin had clearly taken a liking to Li Madman's talent.
"You're Ye Lin? I won't kill you. Leave."
Only after Li Madman had familiarized himself with his surroundings did he look at Ye Lin. After studying him carefully, Li Madman shook his head and said.
"Huh? Why am I not stuttering anymore?"
Suddenly seeming to realize something, Li Madman clapped a hand over his mouth, his expression filled with shock.
That was right—why was he no longer stuttering?
"You've completely regained your freedom now. You won't have headaches ever again. Are you willing to follow me?"
Ye Lin looked warmly at Li Madman before him and spoke softly. This man's future was boundless; if he became his follower, he could save Ye Lin a great deal of trouble.
"I'm free? I'm really free?"
"I won't have headaches ever again?"
Hearing Ye Lin's words, Li Madman's eyes lit up, disbelief written across his face. But the next moment, his expression dimmed again.
That should be impossible. He knew all too well just how terrifying that person's methods were.
"You don't need to lie to me. Leave. I still have to go back later."
At the thought that he had yet to complete his task, and that upon returning he would suffer that inhuman torment again, Li Madman shut his eyes in pain.
"You don't believe me? What signs did you have before your headaches started?"
Seeing Li Madman's distrustful expression, Ye Lin was momentarily at a loss. This kid looked foolish, but he wasn't easy to deceive.
"Before my headaches usually..."
At this, Li Madman pondered. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four breaths...
More than a hundred breaths passed in full,