"Ah, what are you doing!"
No one had expected the woman to act so crazily, everyone was startled and cried out in alarm, and Zheng Chuan was so scared that he even loosened his grip on the knife.
He did not want to die; he just wanted to escape.
But having killed Nan Batian's woman, he feared he would not find peace even if he were to escape Mianshui County, let alone the possibility of escaping at all.
He did not want to kill Huang Wan'er, but Huang Wan'er genuinely wanted to commit suicide.
So, as her pale neck was about to touch Zheng Chuan's knife, Zheng Chuan, out of fear, withdrew his knife.
And in that moment, Chen Jie sharply seized the fleeting opportunity.
A glint of cold light struck first, followed by the spear thrusting forth like a dragon!
[The setting sun on the river, the lonely smoke rises straight, flying geese send old friends—separation!]
Stab!
The long spear suddenly thrust out, piercing directly through Zheng Chuan's throat with a sputtering sound.
