Yan Zheng stared at him and asked in a deep voice, "Was the bear that attacked us that day one of your companions?"
Each question has only two answers: yes or no.
He was just guessing, of course. This man looked so thin and weak. It wouldn't be easy for him to subdue the wild bear and make it work for him.
He asked that question just to see the child's reaction.
To his surprise, the man's arms, which had been relaxed, tightened again upon hearing the word "wild bear," and he curled up into a ball.
Yan Zheng's eyes darkened, and he asked in a cold voice, "You want to use it to kill us?"
After he finished speaking, the air pressure around him suddenly dropped.
The person who had been hanging their head seemed to sense his anger and shrank back, but did not give a yes or no answer.
No matter what Yan Zheng asked him afterward, he acted as if he hadn't heard, hanging his head and remaining silent.
Yan Jing'an, who was outside, couldn't sit still after seeing this scene.
He sneered, "I'll ask."
As he spoke, he drew the sword from the wall and went into the deer pen.
Yan Zheng knew he wouldn't get anything out of him, so he had to drop some bombshells. He turned and left, patting Yan Jing'an on the shoulder before he left.
Yan Jing'an knew what he meant; he was just telling him to take it easy.
He went inside and sat on the windowsill of the deer pen, glancing at the person in the corner.
The man in the corner became noticeably more nervous after he came in.
Yan Jing'an scoffed: "Knowing you're afraid of me, you should know that I really can kill people."
"I'm not as patient as that guy. He didn't just answer your questions verbally. Are you in cahoots with that wild bear?"
After he asked, the man still didn't speak, but was clearly frightened by the menacing aura emanating from him.
He hugged his shoulders together, tucked his feet under his body, and squatted down like a quail.
Yan Jing'an noticed that this person would occasionally glance at Jiang Xi in the courtyard.
Seeing his expression, Yan Jing'an became even angrier. Suddenly, his face changed, and he kicked over the bucket next to him.
Where are you looking?
The man trembled again in fright.
Hearing the commotion, Yan Zheng led Jiang Xi into the main house.
Yan Jing'an tugged at his collar in frustration.
Just like when he clashed with Yan Zheng before, this feeling of being unable to control everything made him feel suffocated.
His eyes were fixed on the man in the corner, who was gripping the wooden stake tightly, head bowed, clearly refusing to communicate.
Yan Jing'an's temper flared. He slowly walked over and squatted down next to the person, then suddenly grabbed the child's hair. He hit hard, forcing the person to tilt their head back, their brows furrowed.
He pressed the sword against the man's chin, the cold blade sending shivers down his spine.
Yan Jing'an said in a sinister tone, "You'd better understand the current situation. I'm not a good person. If you piss me off, I'll kill you in the middle of the night and throw you off a cliff, and nobody will know."
He spoke in a gentle tone, but only he knew in his heart that the violence within him had nowhere to hide.
This man almost caused his and Yan Zheng's deaths. Just thinking about it made his eyes red with anger.
Listening to each word was chilling.
Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he released the man's messy hair. Caught off guard, the man's head slammed straight into the wooden post with a loud thud.
Blood flowed down his forehead and into his eyes.
Hearing the noise, Jiang Xi inside the house quickly opened the door.
Yan Jing'an immediately gave him a prohibition gesture, and Jiang Xi thought for a moment and went back into the house.
It wasn't that I was worried about that person, it's just that Yan Jing'an seemed a bit off.
Yan Zheng comforted her, saying, "It's all just a bluff; he should know what's going on."
On the other side, Yan Jing'an chuckled: "Well, can you answer my question properly now?"
The man had several bloody marks on his face, and his teeth were chattering from the pain; he looked like he was at his last gasp.
Hearing Yan Jing'an's voice, he nodded involuntarily.
To everyone's surprise, Yan Jing'an's originally handsome face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression, like a demon from hell. He pressed his sword against the man's neck and said, "I know you can speak, so speak with your mouth."
"Don't nod or shake your head, I don't have the patience to play with you."
Then he quickly moved the sword aside and asked him, "What's your name?"
The man began to feel afraid, thought for a moment, and then uttered a single sound: "ling".
His voice was somewhat muffled.
"Lin?" Yan Jing'an frowned. Was this the only surname?
Which word?
The man tilted his head and thought for a moment, then finally shook his head: "I...don't remember."
Don't you remember?
Yan Zheng asked him, "Are you in cahoots with that bear?"
The man thought for two seconds and nodded, then, remembering Yan Jing'an's words, he said fearfully, "Yes."
The voice was still rough and unpleasant.
Yan Jing'an was so angry he almost laughed. It turned out he had been tricked by this kid.
He then asked, "You want to kill us?"
The man's expression changed: "No...no...that's it."
Yan Jing'an asked calmly, "Where did you come from?"
Then, the man seemed to think for a long time, and just as Yan Jing'an was getting impatient, he said, "Fly... airplane."
He seemed unfamiliar with the word, and his face even showed a moment of blankness.
Yan Jing'an, however, perked up. An airplane? Where was the airplane from?
He quickly asked, "Which plane is it from?"
His tone was a little anxious, and the man trembled again in fright, stammering, "Up...up there."
His answer lacked logic, and Yan Jing'an pinched the bridge of his nose.
He took a deep breath and asked, "When did you arrive?"
"I don't remember."
Yan Jing'an sat back down on the windowsill. He looked tired and stopped talking for a moment, making the deer pen unusually quiet.
After a long silence, Yan Jing'an spoke again, asking, "You commanded that bear to attack us, but you didn't want to kill us."
He chuckled, then, as if struck by a sudden realization, suppressed the madness in his eyes: "So you want to use us to kill your companions."
As soon as he said that, the man suddenly started to struggle nervously, shaking his head repeatedly, trying to say something but unable to.
After a while, I heard his faint sobbing.
Yan Jing'an was taken aback.
No way, it broke through already?
It seems I was right after all; his reaction has already revealed the answer.
He rubbed his head and said irritably, "Stop crying, what kind of man are you?"
Then he asked, "Did you steal our rabbits?"
After asking that question, he felt he was being a smart aleck; wasn't it obvious?
The person opposite finally stopped sobbing, nodded slowly, and then, remembering Yan Jing'an's madness earlier, opened his mouth and said, "Yes."
Yan Jing'an then asked, "So what are you trying to do by following them today?"
The man lowered his head even further and it took him a long time to utter a single word.
This was the first time in Yan Jing'an's life that he had experienced the feeling of being speechless.
Because the person only said one word: "Hungry".
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