Su Ming'an's hands covered his face, trembling as if from the cold, his eyeballs squeezed between his fingers.
His mouth did not move, but in his heart he repeatedly whispered—
[Su Ming'an, you must kill everyone, you must commit suicide.]
[Su Ming'an, you must kill everyone, you must commit suicide.]
[Su Ming'an, you must...]
Again and again, again and again.
Kill, kill, kill, kill.
Words laden with the meaning of slaughter bounced in his mind, yet his pupils were clear and bright.
——This was a concept he must remember firmly; only by repeatedly reciting it could he proceed with the next step to break the situation.
——Just looking at him, it seemed he was already insane.
Su Wensheng took a step back, frowning slightly: "Let me point out a path for you; if the Holy Church won't work, seek help from Hei Que of the Huo Muli'er Nation, then go and break the Prophecy Stone Wall... Hey, are you listening to me?"
Skip, skip, skip.
