The eyes of the crowd pierced through the vast main hall, staring blankly at the direction of the door.
A frail figure, backlit by the light, was trembling non-stop.
The hearts of the people suddenly wrenched.
A slight pang of pain.
Yet everyone found it extremely odd that Yi Siyu was not dead?!
Then, how could Yi Shengmang assert that Lin Fan had killed Yi Siyu?
Lin Fan's behavior was also perplexing.
The crowd was suddenly stunned, recalling that while Lin Fan had never denied it, he had also never admitted to it.
From start to finish, it was they who pinned this murder charge on Lin Fan.
As it turned out.
All of this was a trap set by Lin Fan.
The crowd instantly felt their scalps tingling, goosebumps rising all over.
Frightened.
Panic-stricken.
Surprised.
They looked at Lin Fan with eyes wide open, bodies trembling uncontrollably.
This was a fear that came from deep within their hearts.
A fear of the soul.
