This thing called paranoia exists more or less in everyone, but those who are said to never turn back until they hit a wall cannot be truly called paranoid. To put it bluntly, they are just stubborn, a one-track mind.
When this paranoia develops to a certain extent, it turns into extremism.
Right now, in Xiao Feng's eyes, Shao Wenxing is precisely such an extreme person.
On one hand, he raises bats, preparing to drag the entire village down with him, yet on the other, he is very respectful to his master, at least in terms of attitude.
"Old Xiao, what if the poison doesn't work?" Zhao Guo'an asked anxiously.
He was fully aware of his own limitations. If those bats attacked, Xiao Feng and the others might be fine, but he would be in serious trouble.
Xiao Feng frowned in thought. Given the massive number currently, setting a fire might work a bit, but the problem was, how to eliminate all the bats at once?
That was the most difficult part.
