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This made Yi Chen's desire to kill soar.
Too fucking dark, he had never been this dark, excessive.
"Gentlemen, the Ghost King has done a great thing. Even the Zhēn'ān Office and the Chiyan Army have failed to deal with him a few times. We all come to this inn today with unspoken understanding. We've heard that the Ghost King intends to recruit troops and horses for a big fight, hence we have come to join the birthday feast and swear allegiance."
"In the future, we will inevitably be scooping rice from the same pot. What gifts do you all have in mind to celebrate the Ghost King's birthday?" A guy wrapped in bandages like a mummy stood up and shouted loudly, "Since I proposed it, naturally, I'll go first. I offer a hundred human souls and half a peck of bright pearls as birthday congratulations for the Ghost King."
This 'mummy' seemed to have quite a reputation among this group of evil cultivators, and as soon as he spoke, quite a few others responded.
