The ancient city of Xinghong opened, and the heavens fell silent.
Along with Su Yu locking himself in the city Lord’s manor, it could be considered as locking himself up. Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, no one knew.
Perhaps Su Yu would speed up his death, or perhaps he would not.
However, the attention of the large clans gradually shifted away from Su Yu.
No matter how much Su Yu struggled with the living dead, he was limited to the ancient city. As the city lord, he had only left the ancient city for a few days before he would probably suffer a severe backlash and be devoured by the death qi.
Such a Su Yu wasn’t scary at all.
The polytheistic literature department had produced Su Yu. First, there was ye Batian, then Su Yu. Now, there were still some talents of the polytheistic literature department who were active, such as Hong Tan, and Chen Yong..
This branch was the root of the disaster!
