Kawashima Yoshiko suddenly broke into a wretchedly striking smile, an eerie red glow faintly bleeding through her blood-stained kimono. "Does Mr. Zhang know why I have lived until now?" Before her voice faded, seven strands of black Qi violently burst from the crown of her head—the Seven-Kill Soul-Lock Seal of Japanese sorcery, planted within her long ago.
Daring not to waste a single second, Zhang Ming quickly pulled out his phone and dialed the number of Sister Yutang, Ji Yutang.
Meanwhile, inside a military base in the Imperial Capital, Ji Yutang had just finished a busy day of work and was comfortably relaxing in a large bath, enjoying a hot soak.
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