So whether it was the tour guide, Chen Wei, or the tourists on the bus, every single one of them was completely stunned, the horrifying scene leaving them so terrified that they even forgot to run!
And as for Fan Benshu, who had previously boasted that he would teach Yang Tian a lesson if he dared return to China, he stood there dumbfounded.
Watching Yang Tian step out of the wooden cabin, treading over the bloodstains on the ground step by step before boarding the bus, Fan Benshu was so frightened that he wet himself on the spot.
Smelling the thick scent of blood on Yang Tian, Fan Benshu's eyes rolled back dramatically, and he fainted.
However, Yang Tian paid him no attention.
After all, to Yang Tian, Fan Benshu—along with the entire Fan Family—were nothing but clowns jumping for attention.
Yang Tian merely got on the bus, retrieved his luggage, and then walked over to the trembling Chen Wei, asking, "Where's the nearest hotel?"
"H-hotel…"
