"Daddy, I had no choice. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too weak. You couldn't even deal with one player."
Brat Ghost bent down and muttered to Purple Stiff, his voice full of dissatisfaction.
That utterly contemptuous look hurt Purple Stiff terribly.
Compared to his physical injuries, the psychological blow was clearly much harder to bear.
Although Purple Stiff had killed countless people and was exceptionally ruthless, he doted on Brat Ghost, unable to bear hitting or scolding him even once. He had never expected Brat Ghost to be so vicious.
There was not a trace of gratitude in him. He was even thinking of killing his father.
At the same time, Purple Stiff recalled what Lin Luo had said earlier.
His body could not help trembling. Lin Luo was stronger than him and had no reason to lie.
And given Brat Ghost's ungrateful behavior, it was not hard to guess that he had killed Long-Tongued Ghost.
"You little bastard! Were you the one who killed your own mother?!"
Purple Stiff fought through his weakness and roared in fury.
But Brat Ghost felt no shame at the accusation and nodded without hesitation.
"That's right. She was so weak, she didn't deserve to be my mommy."
Brat Ghost was full of disgust when he spoke of Long-Tongued Ghost.
The sight chilled Purple Stiff to the core.
Even though he lived for killing and frequently tortured players to death, he still had some limits.
Brat Ghost, however, had none at all. He was nothing but an ingrate who would never show loyalty, no matter how well he was treated.
Even killing his father and mother left him without a shred of guilt.
At this point, Purple Stiff began to regret it. If he had raised his son properly,