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Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
176, Wu Tian, Wu Xin_2
As Tan Shuchang entered the Mountain Patrol Temple, a sound akin to "creak, creak," similar to that of mice, immediately filled the space. However, it wasn't mice, but several skeletons in the temple that, having sensed the aroma of the living, scurried forth following the scent. But as the skeletons were inherently weak, they could not move far before their forms collapsed entirely.
The "creak, creak" noise was the sound of the skeletons struggling to piece themselves together, only to assemble incorrectly and thus having to twist apart and reassemble themselves.
Tan Shuchang cast a glance at the bones. Although they were evidently stronger than the formless ghostly presence that had just dissipated, as they could remain unscathed in the scorching sensation of the scattered blood lotus, the fact that these skeletons were too foolish led Tan Shuchang to decide to leave them be.