Squinting his eyes and looking around, he noticed before paying that not far from the old man's body, a notebook was shining brightly, and the pages were even turning by themselves.

Did it fall out?

Fu Qian's heart moved, and he looked at the crimson blood on the note that seemed to be coming to life, so he grabbed it and held it in his hand.

The next moment, there was a pain in the palm of my hand.

Almost instantly, a cold and gloomy atmosphere enveloped him.

Before paying, I felt that my mind was quickly filled with a violent desire to kill, and my sanity was quickly dissipated.

As expected, this thing wanted to possess itself through the notes.

He is worthy of being an evil god, and his vitality is really strong.

Fu Qian praised and raised his right hand.

He rubbed and found a wound under his ribs.
Chapter completed!