Gu Shaokun was shocked at that moment. He stared at the lock charm in his hand and said with a smirk, "Are you saying that my lock charm is a demonic ware? What are you basing that on?"
"What am I basing that on?" Ye Chen chuckled. "Based on the dead body stench that I've been smelling from so far away and the fact that it was worn by a corpse for over 400 years. It's been soaked in corpse fluid and rotten flesh!"
"I didn't grow up being scared, so stop trying to f*cking scare me." Gu Shaokun shuddered instinctively, but he managed to calm himself by force as he glared at Ye Chen.
"Scare you? Do you think you're worthy of my time?" Ye Chen smiled in disdain. "You said it yourself that the Taichang Emperor, Zhu Changluo, had this lock charm made for the Third Prince, Zhu Youji. Let me ask you. At what age did Zhu Youji die?"
