Satisfying, Testing Spirit Roots!

The next day, Wang Qiu prepared to wake his son up just like any other day.

His son, Wang Dan, still possessed some talent, but he was far too lazy and dissolute.

Normally he refused to get out of bed in the morning, requiring Wang Qiu to go rouse him in person, and if he wasn't watched for a single day he would run around whoring and drinking, driving his father to distraction.

Yet there was nothing to be done about it since he only had this one son, cradling him like the apple of his eye out of constant fear that he might trip or bump into something.

It was precisely this excessive doting that had fostered Wang Dan's lazy and dissolute nature.

Before even stepping through the door, Wang Qiu spoke in a stern voice: "You stinking brat! Still not out of bed?"

After half a quarter of an hour and receiving no reply, Wang Qiu's expression grew gradually angry. "Well, aren't you a fine stinking brat! You won't even answer your old man when he calls? It seems I've really been far too lenient with you!"

Wang Qiu kicked the bedroom door flying with a single blow.

Seeing that brat Wang Dan still lying on the bed turned sideways with his back to him, his original anger instantly flared into a blaze. "Very well, very well! See if your old man doesn't beat your backside into a blooming flower today!"

With that, Wang Qiu yanked the quilt off, but the sight that followed instantly left him stunned right where he stood.

He saw that Wang Dan had already withered away entirely, looking exactly like a dried corpse. The expression on his face was full of shock, his eyes bulged wide, and his face was so sunken and