At this moment, Tan Wenbin's hand holding the cigarette also began to tremble.
It wasn't out of fear, but rather excitement, with a hint of eagerness to try.
Lin Shuyou leaned over: "Brother Bin."
Tan Wenbin glanced at Lin Shuyou; this kid had disrupted his own heroic sense of self-movedness.
"Hmm?"
"It's the first time I've seen Three-eyed like this; is death really that terrifying?"
"You can ask the child, he has died before."
"I asked the child, he said it's different. After death, his soul first turned into a Fierce Ghost, inheriting his consciousness. He also said Zhao Yi's recent manner of death is a very thorough annihilation."
Tan Wenbin exhaled a smoke ring: "Then go ask Three-eyed."
Lin Shuyou: "He doesn't seem to want to interact with people now. Just a moment ago, the Liang Sisters…"
Tan Wenbin: "You're different."
Lin Shuyou: "I…"
Li Zhiyuan, who was drawing, paused and looked at Zhao Yi.
