He felt that if he held that knife, he would suffocate and die.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, repeatedly making psychological suggestions to himself.
He couldn't give up; it was just a knife, nothing to fear.
He had to conquer it, never give in...
His fingertips touched the handle—
Suddenly, he gripped the knife in his hand!
And those dark psychological suggestions came crashing down on him.
[This is Nangong Xu's child, kill him, kill him——]
[Nangong Xu is beyond redemption, his child deserves to die too, kill him!]
[If you don't kill his child, he will kill your child, and your two grandchildren.]
[Do it, kill him...]
Do it, kill him, kill him...
Xiao Zexin clenched the knife in his hand, his expression torn between pain and madness.
He felt as if a giant Demon was lurking inside him.
Wanting to break free—
What to do, he couldn't suppress it!
[Kill Nangong Xu's child, kill him...]
That voice kept echoing in his mind.
