The faint open flame reflected on his pale cheeks, his skin was faintly radiant and his eyes were flashing with an incredible glass-like color.

Excessive use of Netherworld Tribulation Fire made his body unable to bear it now.

But as he watched it gradually fade into ashes, and occasionally there was a black aura as the body burned, it dissipated with the jumping of the Netherworld Tribulation Fire, the big stone in his heart finally dropped.

He Xiutu's body was completely burned, and even a smear of ashes was left behind.

Ling Tiansu turned his head and glanced at He Suo who had been stagnant, and his pale lips curled up slightly: "I would like to give you a suggestion. I will receive this corpse with a strange cause of death next time. I think cremation is better than burial. What do you think?"

Hesuo nodded mechanically, thinking that what he said made sense.

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"Where is Shangguan Tang?"

In a stern hall with black as the main pattern, a man in black robe has a tall position as the chief. Through the heavy bead curtains, he can't see his specific appearance clearly.

In the entire Rashomon and even the entire Jin Dynasty, the only one who can call Shangguan Tang’s name is probably the only one who can sleepless at night.

Under the bead curtain, dozens of men stood on the knife and knelt on one knee.
Chapter completed!