Cold sweat streamed down Zong Xiangrong's back. He knew he had come within a hair's breadth of sharing Liang Hongyi and the others' fate.
“Their Hun are still in Master Tang's hands. How will he torment them? Will he send them to the Eighteen Levels of Hell?”
The more Zong Xiangrong thought about it, the more terrified he became. At last, he could not help making a call. "Move! Move the clubhouse out, now! Right away! Hurry..."
He shouted hysterically, venting his fear!
Before dawn the next morning, Zong Xiangrong's clubhouse had been hurriedly emptied, leaving a mess behind.
When he next saw Da Xiang, he looked at him as though he were staring at a devil...
The General's Temple could control whether people lived or died. Even their souls could not escape the grasp of its Mages.
That was fear that sank deep into the marrow!
From then on, Zong Xiangrong even developed a fear of the dark. Every night, he had to turn on every light in his room before he could sleep...
Of course, that came later!
For the moment, Tang Changsheng had a problem of his own: what should he do with the souls of these living people?
Those members of the Twin Dragons Society had dared to oppose the General's Temple. They had even tried to crush Da Xiang to death. Naturally, he could not return their souls.
If he found the time, he would wipe out the entire Twin Dragons Society sooner or later!
For now, Tang Changsheng casually tossed their living Hun into the Ghost Domain. What became of them was up to their Creator.
Although Zong Xiangrong had moved out, twenty or thirty years of renovations had left the entire branch temple unrecognizable, its layout utterly changed. To make it a temple