Smiling San Sheng, You're Despicable Scoundrel, How Dare You Oppress The Shangguan Clan?! (2)

Some ordinary clan members in the back had already fallen asleep.

For the young people in their teens or twenties, being here was just a waste of time.

They might as well sleep.

The remaining people were talking about things around them.

No one took the Hundred Nights Curse seriously anymore.

However, midnight arrived quietly.

Suddenly, a dark red cursed aura began to circulate among everyone.

Not many people noticed it. Even if some people noticed the strangeness, they just thought today was different.

Before they could think further, a faint pain emerged in the center of their foreheads.

Everyone paused, feeling odd, and subconsciously touched their foreheads.

Those who were sleeping turned over in unease.

The ones who sensed the change in their foreheads, like Shangguan Qicheng and others, felt astonished.

This had not happened before.