I Only Sell Murder Houses

I followed Seventh Master back home.

The moment he got in, he took out the bottle containing Ding Ruoning.

In one of the rooms on the first floor hung a portrait of the Three Pure Ones. Beneath the portrait stood an offering table.

Under the offering table was a cardboard box. Only after Seventh Master opened it did I see that it was filled with bottles just like this one-at least twenty of them.

Seventh Master placed the bottle containing Ding Ruoning inside as well.

All at once, Ding Ruoning’s furious curses echoed through the room.

She cursed so viciously she dragged every one of Seventh Master’s ancestors through the mud.

If she had been cursing me, I probably would have lost my temper after just a few lines.

But Seventh Master remained perfectly calm, as if he hadn’t heard a thing.