Rustle!
After half an hour.
A group of servants were cleaning up the messy living room downstairs.
In the study room upstairs.
Shi Lei was flipping through account books, books, and a few secret transmissions with blood-red covers.
"'Blood Darkness Ceremony,' 'Unclean Secret Spell,' 'Chalati Poems'..."
"Is this my family's mysticism inheritance? Weak… too weak."
Two white streams of air puffed out from his nostrils, startling the butler Wu, Shi's father, and Shi Ding alongside him.
Cultivating secret martial arts can change a person's disposition.
Although he had 'Mechanized Mind,' it was merely an auxiliary combat secret technique, impossible to activate all the time.
Shi Lei glanced at the butler Wu and noticed that his injuries had healed considerably.
At this moment, while consuming some strange secret medicines, the burns were quickly recovering, peeling off dead skin and revealing fresh new skin.
