"This old man has calculated..."
Old Blind Man paused, his pitch-black eye sockets turning toward the immortal saint. "A great calamity is bearing down on you."
Luo Yunshu's expression stiffened.
"Unless..."
Old Blind Man added, "You willingly give up the fortune upon you."
Luo Yunshu fell silent.
"Not just you."
Old Blind Man continued, "The other eleven will also face great trouble."
"This means..."
Luo Yunshu believed it. It turned out Rong Yuanyuan had told Yun Shanshan that Wen Yang's younger brother had been beaten to death, and she had also spread the word about Wen Yang injuring a suspect's head at the police station that day.
After all, she had altered the script first. In order to keep the plot moving forward, Shang Ming could only alter the script along with her. And because he had not known Ai Suixin would change it like this, he had been extremely nervous.
The blind young man carried a bamboo hat on his back and leaned on a bamboo staff, racing through the gravel path winding amid the handsome, perilous mountains. Wind rose beneath his feet as though he were walking on level ground.
The entire mansion was instantly ablaze, with people moving everywhere, searching in all directions for the distant sisters.
"I'm not Li Tianzang, but I know him. He taught me Dao Liu Bao." I answered truthfully.
Many people who had endured immense pain would, after losing consciousness, forget what had happened before they fell unconscious.
The young man before him was simply a devil, the god of death, like an envoy from hell who had come solely to claim his life.
After carefully taking his pulse and checking the color of Yuan Wuzheng's eyes and tongue, he finally confirmed that the liquid poured from the wine flask was poison