"What I can't get!" Zhang Xianzhong suddenly took a step forward and pointed at the turbid heart of the river. His voice was like the roar of a wounded beast, full of the joy of destroying everything and a deep-seated resentment. "No one can get it! Sink! Let me sink them all! Let them rot at the bottom of the river! Turn into mud! Turn into ghosts! Stay with me!"
"Bury." Zhang Xianzhong's voice was hoarse, leaving only one cold word, like a sentence from the Nine Nether Hell, "All the servants who know Chen Yin's location... None of them will be spared."
