As the most famous treacherous minister, fawning sycophant, ruthless official, and thug in the past few years, perhaps in all of history, Zhou Tong had no friends.
Su Li also often said that he had no friends, but these were two different things.
Whether it was his schoolmates, colleagues, or even kindred spirits, they all wanted nothing more than for Zhou Tong to quickly die, an example being the princes who now held power in the Imperial Court.
If Zhou Tong really did die, there would naturally be no one to bury his body.
In fact, he had once had a friend who was willing to bury his body.
It was a pity that this friend had been personally murdered by him and had almost been denied a burial.
Thus, on this autumn day, the distant future was already visible: Zhou Tong would assuredly die without a place of burial.
He had no means of blaming other people or this world, as all this had been created by his hands.
