"Dad, there's still something you haven't taught me yet." Jiang Che thought for a moment and looked at Blood Slaughter.
Blood Slaughter tilted his head in confusion. He had really taught Jiang Che all his deepest secrets—what else could Jiang Che possibly want to learn?
"Go ahead, tell me. Let me see if I actually missed anything."
"Dad, you haven't taught me how to self-detonate." Jiang Che said.
He'd learned a lot, even many ways to guard against self-detonation, but not self-detonation itself.
In the illusion, it wasn't just him and Jiang Che; the Blood Nurse was also hiding nearby, helping Blood Slaughter recall anything he'd overlooked.
The illusion was very quiet. After Jiang Che spoke, the whole space fell into a deathly silence.
"You don't need to learn that." Blood Slaughter didn't say a word more, turning to walk outside.
"No need? Why not?" Jiang Che stared blankly at Blood Slaughter's back.
