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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…
67. Another one who likes his sister-in-law
About the discussion on the token of calamity, Tan Shuchang was truly speaking of it for the first time, then he couldn't help but think of Zhao Huaiji. Each of these twelve tokens of calamity had its unique features, and it seemed they were mostly prepared for the Son of the Heavenly Mandate.
"Thank you for the guidance." Tan Shuchang's manners were always impeccable.
"Then swear it, I don't want to see you again." The voice came through, with more evident impatience.
Clearly, the other party treated someone as if they were a plague.
However, Tan Shuchang shook his head: "Fellow Daoist doesn't want to see me, but I want to see you!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the spectral body that had yet to fall completely merged into Tan Shuchang's body. In an instant, a vast red glow spread, filling the defensive realm.
The form of Tan Shuchang began to twist and transform into a pool of flowing, viscous blood.