Song Mingyuan held his mouth as he browsed the video on his phone, shouting loudly: "I didn't do this! I admit I killed those three people, but I would never take things this far!"
"Then how do you explain the pattern on your notebook?" Xia Yu pressed further.
Upon hearing Xia Yu's question, Song Mingyuan lowered his head again, closed the video, and flipped through the images inside. When he saw the records on the last few pages of the notebook, he brought the phone closer to his eyes and looked several times, his face turning darker and teeth clenched as he said, "This is a setup! It may look like my handwriting, but it's definitely not written by me! I've only recorded the growth of my abilities and insights from reading ancient texts; none of this nonsense at the end!" After speaking, he fiercely threw the phone to the ground, smashing it to pieces with a loud bang.
