"What the hell? The Divine Descent Platform was prepared for the Noble Zhang Family?"
Hu Ma felt his scalp tingle as he listened to this. The predecessors really knew how to play the game... They spent twenty years tricking the Zhang family into crafting their own doomsday device? I want to see it!
Already struggling to contain his anticipation, Hu Ma hurriedly followed behind Mr. Longjing. He saw that the inner city of the City of the Dead had now become a wasteland. Buildings were collapsing, and roads were twisted. The bricks that paved this real city floated in the gloomy mist. Some were dissipating bit by bit, while others were being fought over by countless Vengeful Ghosts.
Just before he had entered this place, it had been grand and imposing, strict and majestic, with both living people and Yin Ghosts guarding it tightly, openly and secretly.
Yet Mr. Longjing had only borrowed a breath from him and written eight characters, and this enormous mansion was destroyed?
