Subsequent Questions, Dividing the Spoils in Action

"Don't-don't come over! I'll tell you everything you want to know. Ask away!" Even if the man knew that there was not much hope for him to leave this place alive, he did not want his little brother, who was pressed against the Feng Yin's dagger, to leave him.

"It was so good to answer honestly just now. Why do I have to ask a second time?" Feng Yin patted the man's face twice with the dagger in his hand. He straightened up and asked the same question he had asked before, "Who is the employer behind this?"

"Ye… Ye Chen from the Ye family!"

The man already felt that Feng Yin was mentally ill. If there was no mental illness, how could a normal person do such a thing? Feng Yin was simply a lunatic! There was no longer any morality in his mind as a killer. He just wanted to have a good time.

Feng Yin did not expect that he had only imitated the great villain, great pervert, in the novels he had read before to have such an effect.

Looking at the man's terrified expression, he only wanted to say that this man was still too timid. He hoped that he could be more daring in his next life. After getting the identity of the person he had guessed from the man, Feng Yin had no intention of keeping the man alive.

This man was willing to betray his previous employer for his little brother. Perhaps in the next second, the man would leak the news that Feng Yin knew who his employer was. Even if the man did not tell the Ye family and told the Public Security Bureau, he would still be blamed if anything happened to Ye Chen.

Feng Yin shrugged. He did not think that he was not that stupid. He picked up the crossbow that he had just picked up from the ground and pointed it in the man's direction. Feng Yin gently pulled the trigger.

With a whoosh, an extremely soft sound streaked across the air. Then, the arrow on the arrow flew past his eyes and pierced the man's forehead.

The man's eyes were wide open before he died. His eyes were filled with hatred as he stared straight at Feng Yin. It was as if he was unwilling, but also as if he was announcing that he would not let Feng Yin off even if he turned into a ghost.

Feng Yin, who had not even killed a chicken in his two lifetimes, had killed a human for his first kill. As Feng Yin recalled the man's death, the light in his eyes dissipated bit by bit. For some reason, a huge sense of guilt and self-blame suddenly surged in his heart.

"Urgh…" Guilt and self-reproach overwhelmed him, and he retched uncontrollably. Feng Yin threw down the crossbow in his hand and hurriedly ran to the side. He pressed his hand against the wall and retched.

"This is how one acts when they kill for the first time." A cold voice came from the corner. When Feng Yin heard this familiar voice, he looked up and saw Mu Yumo against the light, as if she was glowing. "What light? It's just an illusion."

Mu Yumo saw that Feng Yin didn't forget to say something at this time. Mu Yumo, who felt that killing a person wasn't a big deal, directly walked past Feng Yin.

"I thought you would choose to beat him up and improve your actual combat ability." Mu Yumo walked to the man's side and took a closer look before continuing, "I didn't expect you to choose to deal with him directly. How is it? Did you get what you wanted to ask?"

As Feng Yin listened to Mu Yumo's words, he only felt that there was someone constantly saying something in his ears, but he couldn't hear anything clearly. He was thinking about everything that the man had revealed before he died after killing him. Many details that he had not noticed before kept appearing in his mind at this moment.

At this moment, Feng Yin finally understood why some murderers would have all kinds of psychological problems after accidentally killing someone.

After Feng Yin had decided to settle this matter with this man, he had mentally prepared himself for a long time. He felt that there was no problem with this man, so he really took action. In the end, even so, he still felt that he could not withstand it. He had an idea in his heart, an idea in his mind, and an emotional idea.

These three thoughts kept interweaving in Feng Yin's mind, causing him to feel a strange sense of contradiction. He realized that something was wrong with his body. If this continued, who knew what would happen?

Feng Yin took a deep breath and called out the strongest paywall system in his heart. He forced himself to focus and clicked on the Spirit column.

[Spirit +5, 5 million credits deducted.]

The sound of credits being deducted rang out. The moment Feng Yin's Spirit Points were successfully added, he felt his entire head clear up, and all his previous thoughts disappeared.

Right now, he only had one thought. One point of Spirit was worth a million credits? Was it because Spirit Point was too valuable, or was it because Credits were too worthless?

For a moment, Feng Yin wanted to strangle himself on the spot. It was such a small difficulty to kill someone, why couldn't he hold it in? It would be fine if he could hold on for a little longer.

Feng Yin wanted to cry but had no tears to shed. However, there was no other way to salvage the situation. His Strongest Paywall System had another amazing aspect. It was that after he had spent all his money, he would definitely not give him a chance to go back on his words.

Once he charged the money, it would be in-game purchases.

Want to get it back?

Impossible!

"Feng Yin, Feng Yin?" Mu Yumo walked forward and waved her hand twice in front of Feng Yin's eyes. Her eyes were filled with worry. "Are you alright? Are the aftereffects of killing so great?"

"I'm fine." Feng Yin shook his head. He had already spent five million yuan. If anything else happened, it would be too much. As Feng Yin pondered, he glanced at the man and asked, "How should we deal with this man?"

"I want to talk to you about this." Mu Yumo's expression was a little serious. Feng Yin thought that it would be very difficult to deal with this man, but Mu Yumo's next sentence made Feng Yin's eyes light up. "This man is a wanted criminal. He has a bounty of twelve million yuan at the Public Security Bureau."

"Bounty? Once I hand over this man's corpse, will the money be transferred to my account?"

Feng Yin could not wait to grab the man's body and bring him to the Public Security Bureau. Right now, in Feng Yin's eyes, what he was holding was not a corpse, but 12 million credits.

Feng Yin's excitement fell to rock bottom in the next second. He remembered that he could not hand this man over. If he handed it over, Ye Chen might tell his family about hiring someone to kill him out of fear. If anything happened to Ye Chen, the Ye family might blame him.

Ye Chen wanted to kill him. He could not let this matter go so easily. However, this man's corpse was worth 12 million. He really did not want to give up!

For a moment, Feng Yin stood there, looking at the man's corpse and then at the school. His entire body was visibly conflicted.

Mu Yumo did not know what Feng Yin was conflicted about. Fortunately, she had something to discuss, so she might as well say it now. "I accepted this man's mission at the Changzhou Martial Academy. I was wondering if you could let me complete the academy's mission. As a reward, I'm willing to give you a martial technique that I can impart. How about it?"