The antique shop entrusted to me by my master before his death actually contains a secret passage to the underworld hidden underground.
Ten years later, when Zhao Zhouqiao picked up those cold eyeballs, countless dead souls screamed in his ears——
The wealthy daughter smashed the imperial green jade pendant on the counter: "Three million dollars to buy you for one night!"
He chuckled and lit the cigarette: "Money? I only want the lives of my creditors."
At the childhood sweetheart's wedding banquet, the bride's wedding dress suddenly seeped blood.
He stared at the powerful groom: "You owe three hundred lives, it's time to pay back."
Master's ventilator suddenly stopped, and black shadows flashed across the surveillance screen.
The last page of the diary hidden under the hospital bed reads:
"My dear disciple, do your eyes work well?"
