Tang Hu had been wronged. He hated Gao Ming to the core—that bastard had been up to no good from the very beginning!
"Who the hell gives someone a list of their dead children as a birthday gift?!"
At that moment, Gao Ming and Tang Hu felt much the same way: both were stunned. Gao Ming was also shaken by how close he had come to death. Only now did he understand why Wan Min had warned him like that. Zhang Mingli's task was practically a suicide mission.
Was Zhang Mingli deliberately trying to get me killed? Did he notice something? Or did he have plans of his own? Gao Ming narrowed his eyes and stole a look at the Birthday Hall.
With his limbs twisted and his body on the verge of being crushed to pieces, Tang Hu used the last of his strength to turn his head. It was so unfair. He wanted to say Gao Ming's name and drag him down with him, but before he could finish turning his head, his body burst apart.
Blood flowed everywhere. His head, its eyes still wide with outrage, rolled like a ball, bouncing down the Birthday Hall's steps until it struck the Tang Residence's high threshold and stopped.
His face had become a mangled mess. Tang Hu had stopped at nothing to become Lord Tang's adopted son and obtain the secret method of transformation hidden in the Tang Residence. He had thought he would finally be able to make something of himself, only to be casually killed by Lord Tang for mistaking a birthday gift. The sight strengthened Gao Ming's conviction: no one in Dreamfold Town could be trusted. Obeying the townspeople and joining in their wickedness would only make him another sacrifice.
**"Hahahaha! The old beast killed the