"W–Why did you kill him?"
As Wang Xiao calmly closed the door, he turned to find Zhang Sisi staring at him, eyes wide, horrified, mouth trembling.
Genuine terror.
And maybe a little betrayal.
He looked at her and sighed.
"He wasn't your brother," Wang Xiao said casually. "His body was taken over by a hell spirit."
Zhang Sisi flinched.
No... That can't be right.
But he continued, unfazed.
"I last met him on a battlefield in Europe. He said he wanted to assimilate, live like a human... sigh... Too bad. I told him back then—if I ever saw him again, I'd kill him."
He exhaled like he truly regretted it.
As if murder was an obligation, not a hobby.
Zhang Sisi stood frozen. Her body stiff.
What do you mean 'you didn't want to kill him'... and then killed him?
Can he be a little less whimsical about murder?!
And it didn't stop there.
Wang Xiao decided it was the perfect moment to scare her a bit more.
He casually mentioned plans to massacre her entire family.
