Little Taotie looked up, meeting Shen Cang's pensive gaze. He opened his small hand and handed the comb over. When Shen Cang reached for it, a flash of Golden Light suddenly passed, scorching his fingertip and instantly causing a blister.
"Head Grandpa!"
"It's fine." Shen Cang patted Little Taotie's head. "It seems to have acknowledged you; others can't touch it."
The slap in the face came quickly.
Hua Jinyan took the comb from Little Taotie's palm without any repelling Golden Light appearing, and he wasn't burned.
Shen Cang: "..." Only targeting me?
While the three were studying the golden comb, the little eunuch Ghost was searching among the coffin ruins, seemingly trying to find that noble Her Royal Highness Princess.
As he searched, the resentment and Evil Thoughts on his body gradually faded away. He shed tears, and those eyes full of resentment and Evil Thoughts gradually became clear.
