"They're really good people!"
Taoist Master Qian Ji exclaimed as he watched the people from Shu Mountain leave.
"That's right! They're good people, almost as good as that Wang villain!"
Tang Hao laughed. He was in a very good mood.
The group of people laughed heartily. The atmosphere was joyous.
Tang Hao walked over and picked up the brick. After that, he swept his gaze around and looked at the lid of the sarcophagus. He frowned when he noticed the dried corpse.
This scene seemed familiar to him.
He had encountered a similar tomb before. There were also many spirit stones embedded in the lid of the sarcophagus. It was likely that they were using the same heretical sorcery.
"Too bad!" Tang Hao muttered.
He stepped forward and threw a talisman, burning the dried corpse into ashes.
