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A moment later, Qin He saw Liang Hengshi.

Taking a closer look, damn—what a difference. He looked like an entirely different person.

No, not even an "entirely different person." The difference was that between a man and a ghost.

Liang Hengshi's face was dark as charcoal, his eye sockets sunken deep, his eyes tightly shut, his entire body withered and gaunt.

Those who knew him knew he was Liang Hengshi, head of the Liang Family, one of Lin'an City's Four Great Clans, and a Dao Palace Realm expert.

Those who did not would have thought him some old mountain-village corpse dug up from who knew where.

"Ah, my... tsk, tsk, tsk..." Qin He clicked his tongue in wonder, while secretly feeling alarmed.

He knew the supernatural was unreasonable, but what he saw still exceeded his expectations.

A dignified Dao Palace Realm expert had been tormented into this state merely by being entangled with the vicious soul of a newborn demon wolf.

The Liang Family's sealing formation was fairly effective. Otherwise, it would not have been Liang Hengshi alone who was unlucky, but the entire Liang Family.

"Who exactly are you?" Liang Hengshi opened his eyes at that moment. Within his deeply sunken sockets burned two faint ghostly flames.

Qin He grinned. "I am a little pageboy in the mortal world—Hua An."

"You are clearly only in the True Essence Realm, yet you have stirred up such storms. All the major events in Lin'an City lately have been your handiwork." Disbelief shone in Liang Hengshi's eyes as he continued to press him.

"Actually, I don't like meddling in other people's business."

Qin He defended himself without denying it. Before an old monster like this, denial had little meaning anymore. Then he silently added, It's always trouble that comes looking for me.