Chen Zhennan curled the corners of his mouth slightly and mocked, "You heinous bastard, you've killed countless people, your hands are stained with the blood of innocents. You probably never dreamed that you would die by your own hand today, did you? You truly brought this upon yourself!"

Hearing this, Zhang Quan trembled with anger. He reached out his hand to Chen Zhennan, but his hand was like a withered branch trembling in the wind.

His body began to tremble violently, and his expressionless eyes suddenly flashed with intense anger, an anger like a raging fire, as if he wanted to devour the person in front of him alive.

But the harder he strained, the more the knife wound on his neck bled, like a river bursting its banks, the faster it bled, the bright red blood spreading across the ground like a ferocious blood snake.

Chen Zhennan shook his head with a cold smile, as if looking at an ant struggling for its last breath.

He picked up the indictment written by Zhang Quan himself, stained it with some of Zhang Quan's own blood, and then slapped the indictment onto Zhang Quan's forehead.

Watching Zhang Quan gradually stop convulsing, Chen Zhennan sighed and said, "The most ruthless and satisfying way to kill someone in the world is to kill their spirit."

Upon hearing this, Yan Shiyu couldn't help but shudder. "To kill someone and then destroy their spirit? How terrifying!"

Chen Zhennan turned around and looked at Yan Shiyu with some surprise.

"Have you seen the movie?"

Yan Shiyu paused, then asked in surprise, "Movie? What do you mean by 'movie'?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhennan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had met a fellow "time traveler".

"It's okay, you might have a chance to find out what movies are in the future."