Zhang Xuewen was eager to clear himself of the suspicion of being Tuoba Martial God on the last day of the month. After all, for twenty-nine days of the month, or thirty in long months, he was just an ordinary petty martial artist, and a dump truck could easily send him to the funeral home.
He knew himself that once or twice was fine, but if it happened every last day of the month, it was hard for others not to be suspicious.
And as for Wen Yan, he wasn't looking to take the blame. Instead, he wanted to attribute some things he wanted to do to the identity of Tuoba Martial God.
If he did something, it might cause enmity, someone might suffer losses and dare to take risks against him.
But no one would dare to cause trouble when Tuoba Martial God appeared.
Even some not-so-bright demons knew how to avoid danger and pursue fortune.
