Questioning
The old man felt like he was about to be angered to death.
But he did not dare die.
If he died and this lunatic pulled something like that on him—
Even in death, he would be laughed at.
"????"
Qin Liffei had no idea what was going on.
What did they mean by saying he had sung, danced, and spat everywhere?
"Y-you, what did you say?"
He had absolutely no memory of it.
But... it had happened in his dream. Wasn't that just a dream?
"You did this to the scene, and you're still pretending!"
"Fuck your mother!"
"You bastard, you're not human!"
"Old Hai saved your life, yet you wanted to play with his ass."
"You beast, Geneva!"
Everyone at the scene began cursing at the top of their lungs.
Qin Liffei's body trembled.
His face instantly turned pale.
He backed away step by step, staring at the wreckage around him.
Then at himself.
His hands and feet immediately turned icy cold, and a terrifying thought surfaced.
Could it be that what had happened just now was not a dream—
But real?
Impossible, impossible. How could it be like this?
No, something was definitely wrong.
Qin Liffei looked at the Old Master, who was a complete mess.
The buttons on the burial clothes he had originally been wearing so properly had all flown off.
He covered his head with one hand and shook it hard.
He simply could not believe any of this.
It was too terrifying.
How could it be like this?
"N-no, impossible. Absolutely impossible."
"How could I do something like this? No, I wouldn't, I wouldn't!"
Qin Liffei was completely breaking down, so shattered he practically cracked up.
Shen Wuxiao was blocked by the crowd and could not see anything.
So he took Xiao