Little Sam was very anxious.
He didn't even know why he blurted out the matter of killing the farmer.
Perhaps it was because keeping this matter buried in his heart made him very depressed, urgently needing an outlet to relieve the pressure; or perhaps, because the other party saved him, allowing him to see a glimmer of light in the desperate darkness, he couldn't help but feel close?
Little Sam didn't know which one it was. Perhaps it was both.
When he was confessing, little Sam didn't think much, but after the story was completely told, he became anxious again. He feared that his stain of murder would become a thorn in the other party's eyes.
If this thorn really angered the other party, with his legendary extraordinary abilities, it might not just be a curse to lengthen his nose, but he might make him disappear from this world entirely.
Thus, in a state of unease and anxiety, little Sam spent the longest ten minutes of his life.
