"Behave, and answer what I ask!"
Lin Yun showed no mercy, pinning him even more firmly.
Chu Han exclaimed in panic, "What do you want to know? Aren't we friends?"
"Be serious, and don't try to make me laugh!"
Chu Han: "..."
He didn't understand what there was to laugh about.
Lin Yun didn't care whether he understood or not and asked directly, "Exactly how many people are there in your village?"
"Including the village chief and the Temple Priest, there are a total of one hundred and fifty-two people."
"Including the village chief, we just killed one hundred and seventeen people, which means there are thirty-five people left."
Lin Yun did a quick calculation, while Chu Han was completely terrified.
Especially when he heard Lin Yun casually mention killing one hundred and seventeen people, how long had it been, was he a devil?
Chu Han truly felt terror, even though Lin Yun could absorb the Great Mist, he hadn't been afraid of it.
But now, he was genuinely scared.
