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"": "The one most like Xu Lu was Fourth Master Gray.
Neither of them ever stopped talking. Nothing good came out of the rat's mouth, and the man's tongue was even less forgiving.
Of course, their black hearts were black in different ways. For comparison, what sort of rat was Fourth Master Gray?
While He Dongsheng was being tortured to death, Fourth Master Gray had actually held his sister He Qin's severed head in his mouth and gnawed on it raw right before his eyes.
Xu Lu always looked cheerful, but when he acted, he was a hundred times nastier than Fourth Master Gray.
Someone who repaid every slight had actually called what had just happened a minor mistake?
That could only mean he was saving something far worse for Xu Changzhi!
So Luo Bin remained silent, quietly waiting for Xu Lu to put on his show.
Bai Xian seemed to have caught on as well. She lightly bit her lower lip.
At that moment, Xu Changzhi looked around, a trace of madness in his eyes-the hysteria of a man driven into a corner.
"You're all at fault! Yes! Why were you in such a hurry to kill me? Afraid of what people might say?"
"When I spoke and you thought something was wrong with me, why didn't you ask a few more questions before acting? None of you has any right to point fingers at the others! I rank sixth. Since when did my words carry so much weight?"
"Xu Lu is the Third Consecrator's great-grandson. His words represent the Third Consecrator's wishes!"
"Anyone who dares kill me is opposing the Third Consecrator, opposing the Talisman Arts Lineage!"
Of course, beneath those impassioned declarations, his earlier attitude toward Xu Lu remained. Every word was meant