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Following closely, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his mouth, staining the desk in front of him bright red.
"Boss!"
Achou was about to step forward anxiously.
Tantai Ming raised his hand to stop him.
He calmly took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He had long since grown accustomed to such a situation.
Although it had been happening more and more frequently of late.
"Boss! Your health..."
"It's only a matter of time, if we can't find him, my demise from the Five Decays of Heaven and Man isn't far away."
Even those not of mortal flesh have their day of soul dispersion.
And his obliteration was now imminent.
The increasing frequency of such events was a signal.
Just thinking of that guy, a surge of hatred welled up from the depths of his heart, causing his recently calmed blood to churn once more.
Why, why did he impose such a harsh restriction on him?
Didn't he know that it could cost him his life?