Tang Changsheng had not expected the man to hand over two items at once. He really did have money to burn, and Tang Changsheng could not stop grinning.
The Golden Tiger Soul-Chasing Seal, in particular, made Tang Changsheng think these people had eyes but could not see. They had actually given him a treasure of this caliber.
While Tang Changsheng sat alone atop the Ritual Altar, secretly grinning like a fool, night quietly fell.
In a room plastered with all kinds of talismans, seven or eight young women watched the daylight fade beyond the window with their hearts in their throats. By now, they probably all knew what was going to happen, and every one of them was tense to the breaking point.
When they looked through the telescope again and saw Tang Changsheng grinning to himself on the Ritual Altar, they could not help worrying. Could this guy be relied on?
"Don't be afraid. I don't know why Tang is acting so strangely, but maybe he's communing with spirits. You know how mediums always make strange movements when they do that!" Arabella, who had stayed behind, did her best to encourage them.
With that explanation, almost everyone except Ling Xiaoyu believed her.
After all, the young women who lived in Rose Castle came from distinguished families. Of course they had seen plenty of the world.
Many had watched so-called mediums commune with spirits. Even those who had not had heard about it.
Those people danced strangely or bobbed their heads when communing with spirits. Often their bodies shook and convulsed; some even foamed at the mouth.
Perhaps Tang Changsheng's foolish grin meant he was communing with spirits too?
Whatever the case, the young women of Rose Castle generally had a good impression of Tang Changsheng.
That was because he