Just as the old man was about to speak, a Blood Moon flickered in Ren Feifan's pupils, shooting towards the old man's eyes.
The next second, the old man's eyes became filled with indescribable terror, as if something had appeared in his mind.
Ren Feifan furrowed his brow, sensing that something was amiss, and asked, "Judging by your expression, it seems like you know me?"
"No... I don't know you," the old man said with a trembling voice.
Cold sweat was seeping out all over his face and neck.
"Then why did you clearly mention something about 'yōu' just now, do you think I didn't hear you?" Ren Feifan's face darkened as he pressed the question.
"I really don't know anything, please don't ask me, I'd rather you kill me!"
The old man's clothes were already drenched with sweat as if he had been fished out of water.
But no matter how Ren Feifan threatened, the old man still insisted he knew nothing.
Ren Feifan could only give up, helpless.
