Of course, Song Rentou had no idea what Zhang Feng was thinking.
He carefully placed the jar back on the highest shelf.
Then, with an expression full of longing, he gazed up at the jar and said in a voice that was slightly hoarse:
"Twenty years..."
Zhang Feng's eyes moved slightly.
He knew, Song Rentou was about to start ranting again!
So, without making a sound, he turned on the recording function on his phone behind Song Rentou's back.
"...Back then, I had just graduated from medical school, and I met Mr. Lin."
When he mentioned "Mr. Lin," Zhang Feng clearly caught a gleam of fanaticism in his eyes.
"The power he displayed was... it was something I had never seen before!"
It seems that this Mr. Lin really is that Evil Cultivator.
However, is this sentence necessary for Shen Hanshan and the others to hear?
Forget it, that's a matter for later.
"At first, I thought Mr. Lin saw the potential in me, the potential to be a surgeon, so he gave me a chance."
"But I never expected, he... he wanted me to kill! To take a person's heart out and give it to him!"
At this point, his body actually trembled a bit.
The light in his eyes kept flickering, as if he was a little scared, a bit in shock, and somewhat apprehensive.
But this state only lasted for almost a moment.
Then, the light in his eyes turned into a kind of excitement.
There was even a hint of red.
His speech sped up:
"I didn't dare, I was scared, I really didn't want to kill, but... he forced me, he forced me!"
"I... thank Mr. Lin for forcing me to take this biggest step in my life!"
"When I saw the scalpel enter that person's body, heard those screams, that was the first time I heard such a melodious sound, so melodious..."
"Blood... all blood! All over my face, in my mouth, it's all blood, all blood! Hahaha!"
At this point, Song Rentou actually let out a mad laugh.
Zhang Feng stood behind him, his eyes constantly flickering.
It's clear that something is seriously wrong with Song Rentou's mental state.
It seems this Song Rentou was once just a well-behaved child.
Then, under the coercion of that Evil Cultivator, he broke his own boundaries, and after experiencing the thrill of crossing those lines, he became uncontrollable.
To the point where he's now almost in a state of madness.
He's already turned into someone who takes pleasure in bloodlust.
Zhang Feng can hardly resist the urge to pin this lunatic to the ground right then and there, to prevent him from harming more people.
But right now, Zhang Feng knows he can't.
Even though this person has certainly been stained with many lives, the real mastermind is still that Evil Cultivator.
If he acts now and deals with Song Rentou, it will alert that Evil Cultivator, and all prior efforts will be for nothing.
So, even though Zhang Feng's fists were clenched so tightly they made a creaking sound.
He still held back!
"Twenty years!"
Song Rentou's voice suddenly became high-pitched:
"Every year, on his birthday, I always... always present him with the freshest heart!"
"Even if it's just for a word of praise from him, I'm satisfied."
"But!" His voice turned fierce again.
After all, he clearly was already mad.
Such rapid swings in emotion are quite normal.
"Is that all I want?!"
At this point in his speech.
With a "whip!" sound, Song Rentou suddenly turned and looked at Zhang Feng.
This sudden movement almost startled Zhang Feng.
With two slaps, Song Rentou grabbed Zhang Feng's shoulders.
By now, Zhang Feng could see that Song Rentou's face had gone pale.
His eyes bulged terrifyingly forward, with veins popping around the orbits!
It was evident that his emotions had reached a terrifying intensity!
He actually shouted at Zhang Feng:
"I want to become his, to completely become his!"
Then he raised a trembling finger pointing outside.
"Them! That chick, that dog!"
"Them!"
"Why?!"
"How young are they anyway, how long have they even known Mr. Lin?!"
"Why can they become Mr. Lin's disciples and grandsons while I can only be a doctor!!"
Wow!
The shout was so intense that Zhang Feng felt he could almost see Song Rentou's vocal cords quivering furiously through his throat.
"Hahaha!" Song Rentou's laugh had become sharp:
"They even gave themselves animal names? Ha? Is this a zoo?!"
"But! That's right, they are animals, they are beasts, in my eyes, they are each a dish on my table!!"
Wow!
Song Rentou already has the aura of a major villain!
With this kind of mental state, he doesn't even need to act if he were in a movie!
"Let me tell you!"
"All of Mr. Lin's disciples and grandsons! Every one of them!"
"Sooner or later, I will carve the flesh off them, one slice at a time!"
"See over there?"
Song Rentou released Zhang Feng, pointing to a place on the other side of the shelf in front.
There were actually eight small compartments there.
Inside those eight compartments were eight empty bottles.
There were no fresh red things yet.
Song Rentou's voice took on a hint of the eerie:
"That's where I've reserved for the eight of them, how about it, nice feng shui, right?"
"Hahaha!"
"And, regardless of the future, however many people join them, I will personally create one grave after another for them!"
"No matter how many people, no matter who, whatever Ah Yang, Little Goose, Little Duck!"
"Slurping!" He even licked the corner of his mouth as if hungry, and then:
"Hahaha!"
Talking like this, Song Rentou burst out laughing madly again.
Seeing this made Zhang Feng's eye twitch.
Is this the legendary transformation caused by jealousy?
The fanaticism for that Evil Cultivator.
Made him feel like he should have been the one by the Evil Cultivator's side.
Why did those latecomers have a grandparent-like relationship with that Evil Cultivator?
He was indignant!
He was jealous!
So he wanted to kill all of them.
Speaking of which, doesn't Song Rentou sound a bit like a yandere?
Unclear, don't know, but who cares!
Anyway, he probably won't have the chance for that day.
After all, it won't be long before he faces legal judgment.
Perhaps in the next world, he can fight for favor in front of his "Mr. Lin"!
But at this moment, Song Rentou's voice stopped, he turned towards Zhang Feng, his voice softened and he asked:
"By the way, I still don't know who you are, or what's your name?"
Wow, you know to turn when a car hits the wall, you know to wipe when snot dribbles into your mouth?
You told me all your secrets, and only then do you want to ask my name?
When I reminded you earlier, why didn't you react?
Or is your reflex arc really that long?
Zhang Feng: emm...
"My name is Ah Yang, I am Mr. Lin's future ninth disciple."
...