Chapter27
At the Dread King's Manor, Situ Jing followed QingWu’s instructions to the letter, staying by Xiao Yulang’s side. He nervously held a tortoiseshell in one hand, occasionally casting divinations. With each cast, his expression grew more grim, his back drenched in sweat. Every omen pointed to grave misfortune. Wiping his forehead, he muttered under his breath, “This QingWu granny wasn’t kidding—this uninvited guest might actually be a ghost.” Judging by the signs, Situ Jing felt his chances of survival tonight were slim. He wanted to cry. Back then, he had abandoned the study of metaphysics for medicine precisely because he sought safety. Yet trouble still found him! As he scanned the room, every shadowed corner appeared suspicious, and a chill crept over him. Determined to face whatever c
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