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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…
34, Corpse in the Scholar Tree
In the dimly lit room, the only light came from the weak fire at the furnace, with the cold seeping through the cracks along with the wind outside, rolling in like smoke-chilled air.
At this time, the room was silent and tranquil.
The burly blacksmith merely watched the scholar who had burst through the door without moving.
His face, hidden in the darkness, was unreadable, but his eyes were losing control, malicious intent materializing into a faint, ghastly green glow.
This was the malice of the dead towards the living.
"Get lost," the strong man finally spoke, his voice hoarse yet robust.
"Officer Tan jests, I'm already here, how could I leave just like that?" Tan Shuchang was in high spirits because, with the "Divine Skill of Water Mirror Lotus Cover," he had already sensed the number and position of the fierce ghosts.
If he didn't count his dog-headed military strategist, there were exactly nine ghosts, not one more, not one less.