Jin Nanhui had already gone mad. He knew that if he couldn't die quickly, what awaited him next would be dire. He wanted to provoke Jiang Xiaobai, so he deliberately concocted some lies, hoping Jiang Xiaobai would lose control and kill him.
"Old Jin, I told you long ago, you have no secrets from me." Jiang Xiaobai sneered, pointing to his own head, "What's in your head is also with me."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Jin Nanhui shouted, "How could you possibly know my memories?"
Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile, "Go ahead and guess."
"Jiang Xiaobai, I'm begging you, please kill me. You're my ancestor, even when I see the King of Hell, I'll remember your kindness. Please, I'm begging you, kill me." Now that Jin Nanhui couldn't be tough, he turned soft, like a dog wagging its tail in plea.
"I said, I have no authority to decide your fate. If you want to plead, plead with Brother Yong and Sister Xia, not me."
Jiang Xiaobai dragged him, pulling him into the living room.
