Shen Tang believed every group had its oddballs.
Genes mutated, and in a vast forest, every kind of bird could be found.
It was just that He Shu, born into a prominent lineage, had mutated a little too thoroughly.
His behavior could no longer be explained by normal logic!
Qi Shan was familiar with He Shu. Perhaps they shared similar interests and resonated on the same wavelength—did he know He Shu's motives?
"Who could know what He Buzuo was thinking besides himself?" Qi Shan and He Shu had indeed been friends. Before their positions clashed, they could even have been called "kindred spirits." And how had He Shu treated him? It went to show that even when Literary Scholars befriended others, they were still playing mind games. If you weren't clever enough, you really could be played to death.
Shen Tang couldn't get an answer from Qi Shan, so she could only meet He Shu herself. "Hopefully, he's not some kind of Thanos."
Yun Da had already given her enough headaches.
Wei Lou and his nephew Wei Cheng were also spectacularly unhinged.
It really proved that it wasn't mental illness you had to fear, but mental illness paired with the power to threaten all of humanity. Put the two together, and they were as powerful as a royal flush. "He needs to stay on his meds."
Shen Tang muttered to herself and dragged her feet.
In the end, Qi Shan couldn't stand it and gave her a push.
Shen Tang went to see He Shu, unwillingly.
As a prisoner of war, He Shu should have been guarded by a large force. But with their own manpower in short supply, Qi Shan had handed the task to He Xin and found a tent for the brothers to stay in. Before meeting