Zheng Fan had thought the other party was only making a half-serious joke; who would have known this fellow was actually a complete simpleton! The war had just begun, and they had smoothly taken this prefectural capital. Had his head been caught in a door? He actually wanted to massacre the city?
Li Fusheng turned, his gaze sweeping over Zheng Fan, who was rapidly approaching.
There was a faint red glint in his eyes.
It was a look Zheng Fan had never seen before, as if a demon deep within Li Fusheng's heart had awakened.
Of course, Li Fusheng couldn't possibly have a real demon in his heart. According to Blind Bei's psychological analysis, Li Fusheng likely suffered from a mental illness.
And it seemed to have progressed to a very serious stage.
In his previous life, such mental illnesses often appeared in serial killers. For these people, killing—hunting their prey—was practically a psychological addiction, harder to break than drug addiction.
"My Lord!"
