Chu Wenyao was anxious, "How is this possible? I bought this talisman from the Daoist for five hundred taels each!"
"Tch, your mind is dull enough that being swindled is understandable." Casually tossing the talisman, it ignited in mid-air, turning into ashes.
Yu Nianzhao said, "You must have touched the corpse inside the coffin, right? To be honest, since you three entered King Yan's Temple, I felt a deathly aura around you, especially you, it's the thickest."
She pointed at Chu Wenyao, startling him to jump up.
"How could it be me?" Chu Wenyao pointed at his nose, sweat trickling down his forehead.
"Let me calculate again for you." Yu Nianzhao ignored him and turned to look at Luu Shaoqi, "Your brow has turned black, you've been continuously unlucky recently, though they've been small things, added up they might trigger a major disaster sooner or later."
