Yan Lin's entire face turned pale.
The more unknown something is, the more it can stir panic in the heart.
"It's nothing serious, just a little medicine to make you slowly become stupid, not deadly."
How could Tang Rao dare to tell Yan Lin the truth so righteously?
Fortunately, Yan Lin was conscious for a short time. Even if he knew the truth, he was helpless. Soon, those clear eyes gradually became turbid, and a mess was created in that smart brain.
Tang Rao didn't tell Yan Lin in the last moment that the muddle would accompany him for a lifetime.
"Hahaha, who are you, hahaha, and who are you?"
In no more than the time of burning an incense stick, Yan Lin completely forgot his identity, forgot the sins he had committed, squatting alone on the ground, pointing at ants and spiders, asking each one who they were. He asked one; not hearing an answer, he would kill one. Around Yan Lin, a large area of land was empty, and it was hard to find even a spider or an ant.
