The evil ones were scolded countless times.

There was only one oil lamp in the dark secret room, and the green flame flickered.

The evil cultivator, who had his back to the oil lamp, suddenly froze. There was another shadow next to his own shadow on the wall in front of him, but he couldn't feel anything...

That shadow has a pair of dragon horns!

It’s over…

His shoulders sank slightly.

"Tell me where the evil god of plague is."

The cold wind whizzed at my back, and Xie Xiu made a gurgling sound in his throat and swallowed hard.

"In...in Qicheng..."

Wow!

The evil cultivator lowered his head and saw a small white hand piercing his chest, holding the still beating heart in his hand. He squeezed it hard and with a pop, he scratched it into rotten flesh.

The incandescent flames engulfed it and turned it into a human-shaped torch, and the evil evil spirit was burned into a pile of ashes.
Chapter completed!