Tan Sihai shouted hoarsely.
Tears streamed down his face, just like when they first met.
That time, tears showed friendliness.
This time, it was out of true fear.
Tan Sihai's words weren't finished yet...
A streak of red light, like the setting sun falling in the west, dragged out a long tail of light and hit his head.
That face, full of tears and snot, brimming with affinity, exploded in the next moment... blood splattered everywhere, turning into scattered ashes.
"Little Stool, you see clearly now, Tan Sihai is not as righteous as the heavens, he's afraid of death, and he's a coward."
Chen Ping drew his bow again, the second arrow fiercer than the first, directly piercing through Tan Sihai's head, no longer concerned where the body fell.
He mumbled softly.
Thinking, if only Little Stool had seen the situation sooner, and understood people's hearts, he might have endured a little longer... learn from his elder brother and wait patiently for rescue.
What a pity.
