"You thought that thing hitting Tang Seng's head was the True Scriptures?"
Haha, it was Divine Metal.
Looking at the pile of Immortal Artifacts under the bed, covered in dust and sealed with chains, Zhou Li was dumbfounded.
Damn it.
Are you not afraid of blowing up yourself by storing nuclear bombs under your bed?
Zhou Li's brain had completely crashed; he hadn't expected that His Highness the Ghost King would store such things under his bed. He hadn't imagined that these clumps of Immortal Artifacts would be dumped so carelessly under the bed without any seals, as if someone just threw them there haphazardly.
It was like a Japanese person who opened a little boy's fuse and placed it under the bed, unconcerned about the radiation and heat leaking out, sleeping every day amidst the radiation source.
