On the soul-calling platform of the Rufeng Sect, Xu Shuanglin looked at the golden lights drifting in the night, and suddenly felt that it was very much like the paper he threw into the furnace on the snowy Lantern Festival that year.
It was burned to ashes in an instant, and only a few sparks remained, burning him through the years.
Wang Luo Fenghua, Nangong Xu and Nangong Liu.
Can be relatives and friends for life.
But Nangong Xu was no longer in this world. The one standing here now was Xu Shuanglin, a madman and a devil, who had crawled back from the depths of hell to claim the lives of all the upright people in the world.
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