Demonic Box and Letter

If there was anything in this world more enjoyable than farming Passive Value, it was undoubtedly looting the dead.

The biggest hauls Xu Xiaoshou had ever looted were probably from Li Qi and Xiao Sixteen.

The former's wealth of spirit arrays was still lying inside his ring.

The latter had transformed him in the blink of an eye into a legendary millionaire.

The only regret was that Red Dog had been beaten too miserably by the Berserk Giant that day—even his ring had been destroyed.

Otherwise, a Throne-level assassin was probably worth ten Xiao Sixteens! "One hundred million..."

It would have been a lie to say he did not regret it! Xu Xiaoshou sighed, but he also knew that surviving had already been good enough.

Looking at the ancient tower before him, Xu Xiaoshou smiled.

"Still, this thing is probably worth ten Red Dogs—perhaps even more!"

It was practically half the Zhang Residence's inheritance. Before last night, Xu Xiaoshou would never have imagined he could get his hands on it.

After all, his original intention had only been to go over and blow the place up a little.

Even when the Throne-level experts had started fighting, right before he drew his sword, all he had thought was, I should do something...

"Things are ever-changing."

Xu Xiaoshou sighed and stopped dwelling on it. He led A-Jie into the inverted broken tower.

The broken tower's barrier was still there, but it had already been sliced apart.

The cut was not as smooth as imagined. Instead, it was hideously jagged, crisscrossed with ravines and deep pits.

Xu Xiaoshou knew that feeling.

When that uncle's Sword Thought had roamed through his body, it had felt exactly like this.

Crossing through the broken section into the ancient tower, he was met by a gloomy, secluded