"Song Rentou!"
"I warn you, drop your weapon and put your hands up!!"
Song Rentou was already in a state of mental breakdown.
Standing beside Zhang Feng, Qin Huan shouted at Song Rentou!
Even though he didn't have a weapon in hand, his instinct as a public servant prompted him to do so.
Moreover, Song Rentou actually stopped his advance toward Zhang Feng.
He stood in place, body shaking, as if he had aged decades in an instant.
His expression was somewhat lost and dejected.
But he still hadn't let go of the knife in his hand.
Tears of confusion flowed from his eyes.
Through blurry eyes, he still looked at Zhang Feng, his voice hoarse and trembling:
"You deceived me..."
"You're lying to me, aren't you...."
"Mr. Lin won't die...."
His worship of that Evil Cultivator had reached an appalling degree.
At this point, even his own parents couldn't awaken his conscience.
