Filth
"Shen Wuxiao, I know what you want."
"Now I've lost everything. My daughter is dead, my wife has gone mad. I have nothing left."
"I don't want to keep fighting with you people either."
He slowly pushed the box forward. "What you want is inside. Once you take it, don't come bother me again."
"If possible, give me the doctor's body so he can rest in peace beneath the earth!"
Shen Wuxiao looked at the box. "The body can't be retrieved. It was taken by someone else."
After saying that, he gently opened the box as though he knew nothing at all.
The moment he saw what was inside, his acting skills erupted.
He suddenly stood up, looking extremely agitated.
"This... this really is... the Dra... Dragon Breath Jade Plate..."
"So it was with you. No wonder, no wonder that doctor kept his mouth shut even unto death. It really wasn't with him."
The moment Su Ziming heard those words, hatred surged sky-high within him.
That bastard actually dared to bring it up.
The doctor's death would not be left at that.
He had to avenge him.
Shen Wuxiao and the Yellow Robe Holy Lord both had to die. They must die!
Su Ziming said coldly, "You have the item. Leave now, and stop disturbing my daughter's peace."
Shen Wuxiao immediately closed the lid and handed the item to one of his subordinates.
"Mr. Su, you're very sensible. Very good!"
"I'm someone who values returning courtesy with courtesy most of all. You gave me something, so I should give you a gift as well!"
As he spoke, he beckoned.
Teng Snake stepped forward carrying a cloth sack.
"This is for you. Put it before your daughter's grave as an offering!"
Su Ziming looked at the sack and raised a