C449 Even If the One Who Died Was Me!

A blood curse?

Not living past twenty-five?

How could that be?

What era are we in? It's the 21st century, not ancient times, nor a TV drama. Where do these absurd notions come from?

Yung Mo's deep, dark eyes brimmed with a chilling, sinister gleam, a frigid intensity bearing down on Dongfang Zhan. He couldn't fathom the existence of such deceitful superstitions in this day and age.

Yet