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Chapter 558: Bone Painter, Soul Illustrator
Crushing the birthday peaches underfoot and stepping over toppled candlesticks, Gao Ming shoved aside the guests blocking his way and reached the far end of the Birthday Hall.
His heart pounded. An overwhelming unease enveloped him, as though a pair of icy hands had clamped around his heart!
"Isn't Lord Tang fighting the Butcher? Why does the Birthday Hall feel so dangerous?!"
The secret chamber was right before him. Gao Ming couldn't bear to give up now. He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue and stepped inside.
It was called a secret chamber, yet everyone seemed to know that such a room lay hidden at the back of the Birthday Hall, holding all of Lord Tang's treasures.
No, something's wrong. This is a trap. Lord Tang embodies the townspeople's greed. Did he deliberately make the secret chamber this obvious to stir everyone's greed? The moment this thought surfaced, Gao Ming felt a chill at the back of his neck. He turned toward the seats at the far end of the Birthday Hall. An ornate funeral garment lay neatly arranged on the largest wooden chair.
Gold threads formed its stitching, and jade pieces were linked together. Though it was clearly an outfit intended for a birthday celebration, it exuded a heavy aura of death, as if it had just been stripped off a corpse. This seemed to be Lord Tang's true form.
"I absolutely can't take too much from the secret chamber. There's definitely something wrong." Gao Ming was greedy too, but his greed never ran out of control. Reason always kept it in check.
He slipped into the secret chamber. Rare treasures lined the shelves, books radiating an aura of righteousness filled the bookcases, and chests held stacks of talismans,