“Gao Zhijian, what are you talking about? Could it be that you read it wrongly?” Chun Xiaoman looked suspiciously at the brown book in his hands. The content spoken by him was messy and confusing. She couldn’t understand what was being said. What did it mean by no birth and no death? What were the things emerging from the dantian?0

How could the son crawl out from the person’s own corpse? Was that still a human being?0

A strange thought emerged in Xiaoman’s mind, “Could the person who wrote this book be just as crazy as Senior Li?”0

Gao Zhijian sensed her doubts, and put his hands back into his pockets as he silently continued forward while sticking to the walls. “Hmph…”0

Chun Xiaoman was about to pull Bai Lingmiao and...0