But just as he turned a corner, the cheerful melody abruptly stopped, and Li Si stared wide-eyed at his chest, full of disbelief.
"I... I..." He couldn't utter a complete sentence, still dreaming of a pie falling from the sky just for him to catch it, dreaming of great success, forever just dreaming.
A guard disdainfully kicked aside Li Si's corpse and followed Jin Zijin into the depths of the dungeon.
Jin Shien was not affected in the slightest, comfortably lying on the soft bed Li Si had prepared for him, ready to sleep.
Upon hearing others enter the cell, he merely lifted his eyes gently.
But when he saw who had come, he couldn't remain calm.
He suddenly sat up, his expression solemn.
"It's you?"
A guard beside Zijin was still holding a blood-stained knife, with fresh blood dripping drop by drop, and Jin Shien's face gradually darkened.
"You dare to kill someone here? If you dare to make a move on this old man..."
Zijin sneered and said, "And what if I do?"
