"Dragon Seeking Mountain People and spirit monsters have always been friendly. If the Mountain People were to capture spirit monsters, that would truly ruin their virtue."
Yun Ziliang smoothed his sleeves as he entered the room, deeply disappointed by the intentions of the Dragon Seeking Mountain People.
...
Flower Market Street, No. 123.
Inside the Liu Mansion, blackened glutinous rice was scattered everywhere.
Douzi stood on the first floor, too afraid to go upstairs.
On the iron bed on the second floor, Li Shuangyi, once the third senior brother of the Zhou Family's Troupe, lay there, rattling the iron chains binding his hands and feet.
His tusks had grown excessively long.
"Blood, blood, blood..."
Li Shuangyi's indistinct cries were filled with an insatiable craving for blood.
Liu Jiaotian anxiously asked Granny Mi, "Auntie, Shuangyi is about to lose control. What should we do?"
