“Hmph! For someone who’s about to die, you sure have a lot of things to say. Unfortunately for you, we don’t.” The man wielding twin hooks ordered impatiently, “Get him!”0

Was the man really not a chatterbox? Of course he was. Otherwise, he would not have bothered speaking to Chen Cang at all and just attacked him. The problem was that he himself could not answer Chen Cang’s question.0

This morning, he woke up and found the items placed at the head side of his bed. He was Ding Shengshui, Hallmaster of the Myriad Horse Hall, an outstanding Trueman of the Seventy Two Water Land Alliance, and the one they called the “Hooks That Part” in the jianghu, and someone had somehow dropped a pile of items right next to his head without him noticing. It had been a frightening experience to say the least.0

All that fear melted to excitement when he saw the scene captured by the Flower Moon Reflection Talisman and read the letter that detailed exactly where Sword Ghoul was hiding, however. He immediately set out to capture the ...0