Drunk Flower Brothel.
"We're too late!"
Gazing at the center of the hall, a big green donkey was entangled by countless jade-like arms and rosy legs, yet it had already become a shriveled corpse.
Master Ge, already fuming because of being set up from the shadows, had an even darker and uglier expression on his face.
Raising his hand, he smashed the railing beside him with one palm.
But even that failed to alleviate the pent-up frustration in his chest.
"Who is it? Who is it? After getting the 'Small Book of Life and Death', I'll make sure you lead a miserably painful existence for all your lifetimes!"
Master Ge's plan should have been perfect, paving the way a month in advance.
In the end, to "tomb raid" and safely fish out the treasure just outside the Royal Mausoleum without any risk.
But he never expected to be the one fished in the last moment, along with his entire team dragged into the Owl God Tomb.
