"Oh my, I didn't notice. I should have helped Brother Xiao Yuan treat his wounds first."
"So now you…"
"Never mind, let's handle your issue first."
Tan Wenbin glanced at the portrait frames on the cabinet.
He suspected that Deng Chen's body hadn't mutated because he always did good deeds and accumulated virtue.
Just like that Fourth Uncle.
Tan Wenbin had witnessed the scene of Fourth Uncle committing seppuku, his skin pale and tender, and the blood that spurted out was vibrant and red.
"The first thing, these three, you have to keep a close watch on them."
"Rest assured, in their current state, without sixty years of rest, even if they wanted to cause trouble, they wouldn't have the strength."
"Sixty years, that long?"
"Yes."
"Is there any way to speed it up?"
"I... I never thought about it, definitely never thought about it!" Deng Chen waved his hands nervously.
"I'm really asking you, is there one?"
