No matter how angry he was, Zhong Zixu knew that he could not accept everything at this moment. If there were only a few people present, he could still compromise temporarily and turn against them later. But now, the annoying buzzing sound of those golden beans was in his ears, and Zhong Zixu could almost imagine the unhappy expressions of the elders in front of the screen at this moment.
There are too many things involved in what happened nineteen years ago, and I absolutely cannot admit to this crime.
"Don't want to say it?" Jason moved his wrist calmly. Just when everyone thought that Jason was going to attack again, he suddenly smiled gently, "Then I will help you say it."
"Nineteen years ago, the Zhong family kidnapped me to an abandoned factory where hundreds of people had died in a fire. Thousands of ghosts gathered in that factory, just like the scene today."
Dense swarms of wandering souls and corpses were wandering aimlessly not far from the crowd. Liu Miao took a breath of cold air, unable to imagine how Jason, who was only nine years old at the time, had to face all these horrors.
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