Lin Mo felt that he might be dreaming.
No, dreaming doesn't hurt this much. My internal organs felt like they were being squeezed together, countless needles were pricking my brain, and that voice was still echoing in my ears——
"Lin Mo! Hand over the wheel seal!"
That voice was all too familiar to him. The master of the Zhuanlun Palace, one of the ten Yamas who besieged and killed him in his previous life. At that time, he was holding Xiao Tangtang's gradually cold body in his arms, with an abyss behind him and ghosts in the sky in front of him.
He remembered shouting the last words.
"If I could do it all over again, I would kill you guys with money!"
Then he closed his eyes.
Then, he heard this voice——
"Ding. Your savings account with the last number 6666 has a deposit of 1,000,000,000.00 Yuan and a balance of 1,000,000,000.00 Yuan."
