The two bodyguards at the door stared in shock.
Zhang Buzhou struggled with difficulty. He desperately twisted around to look back, threatening Si You even as pain and fear laced his voice. "Let me go! Otherwise, when Zhang Feigu comes back, you'll... Aah!!!"
Si You pressed Zhang Buzhou's head down and slammed it into a large patch of shattered glass!
Si You had actually held back his strength, but Zhang Buzhou still felt the pain. The shards sliced open his flesh, and thinking his face was about to be ruined, he immediately let out a miserable scream.
Si You's smile brimmed with viciousness as he asked Zhang Buzhou, "Did you treat Zhou Fan like this too?"
Zhang Buzhou's howling faltered for a moment.
There were too many terrible things Zhang Buzhou had done to Zhou Fan to count, but Si You's reminder brought one incident back to him. He had hated Zhou Fan so much then, believing Zhou Fan had won Zhang Feigu's favor with nothing but that gloomy, pitiful face. Once, a conflict broke out in the dressing room. Glass shattered, one of the attendants pinned Zhou Fan down, and Zhang Buzhou had pressed him into the shards just as Si You had done moments ago.
Si You remembered it too.
The bizarre dreams from that afternoon suddenly became incomparably clear at some point while he was beating Zhang Buzhou.
There was no sense of merging whatsoever. Si You felt like an observer, witnessing the unknown misfortunes Zhou Fan had once suffered.
The Soul Summoning Zhang Feigu had gone to great lengths to obtain might actually have had some effect, but Si You was not afraid. He could not sense the slightest malice from any other soul.
Zhang Buzhou took a deep breath and forced himself to sound calm.