On the unyielding bed, Fangsheng tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Although being unable to sleep was a good thing for him now, his mind was a chaotic mess because of what Lewan had just said.
Even though he had slaughtered over fifty people right at the start, those people had all harbored murderous intent toward him, and the situation back then had been critical. At the time, he hadn't thought much of it when killing them, and looking back afterward, he hadn't felt all that much either.
Yet now, suppose an entire town were enemies—aside from able-bodied men, there would be the elderly and children... Fangsheng hurriedly cut off the thought in his mind; he could not bear to think about it any further.
Chapter 57