Bamer, a powerful soul, a body shaped by a great witch, and an alchemist who was at the peak of humanity a thousand years ago. Now he is definitely one of the most terrifying existences in the Yag continent.

The combination of countless terrifying unknown insects and a powerful soul has caused Bamo to almost reach the realm of immortality. His powerful soul can parasitize in any tiny insect body or disperse in countless insect bodies. As long as one insect survives, he will always exist. In the forest of Boluoers, the huge swarm of insects guarding the tomb of the Mima Dynasty became his most solid reserve force.

The countless insects scattered in the imperial capital are equivalent to countless Bamos scattered in the imperial capital. As a master of alchemy, he can also use undead magic to dig out what he needs to know from people's memories.

Sikong Haoxuan's anger directly affected Bamo's methods. More than a dozen nobles who were still in school age were about to welcome the new morning, a pitch-black insect parasitized silently in their brains, and their consciousness and soul were completely affected by the special mucus secreted by the insects.

The sky was already bright, and Sikong Haoxuan, who was standing in the yard, was still in a state of concentration, although such a posture would greatly reduce his practice.

In the villa, Nanxing had no response to the outside world under the erosion of "years". The most pitiful ones were the four orcs who stood in their own room and did not dare to move. The oppression from the soul made them feel deeply afraid. During the ancient tribe period, witch slaves were the lowest subordinates of the great witch, and relatively free souls became their greatest sorrow, because they could feel the entanglement of fate and the pain that could not be escaped, and the imprint would follow them for their lives.

The witch servant, worthy of being the most loyal servant of the great witch, quickly returned to Sikong Haoxuan and talked about the cause and effect of the matter to Sikong Haoxuan who was standing with his eyes closed.

As Bamo said, the pressure from the soul in the courtyard slowly disappeared, "Okay, Bamo, you go first, look forward to that boy Tall. After things fade in a few days, bring him to the mansion to see me." Sikong Haoxuan ordered Bamo powerlessly.

After Bamo left, the people in the Sikong Haoxuan Villa seemed to be awake in a dream, and they had no idea that they had lost consciousness for a while.

"Brother, are you the head of the family?" Sikong Haoxuan sighed in his heart, looked deeply at his mother's villa, and walked into his room.

In the following days, Sikong Haoxuan did not step out of the other courtyard. Although everyone in the mansion did not know what was going on, they knew from the expressions of several important people that what happened must be nothing. They maintained their silence one by one, and the silence of everyone made the breath above Sikong's mansion return to the dull state not long ago.

"Mom, why are you here?" Looking at Song Ziyan standing in front of the door, Sikong Haoxuan hurriedly got up and asked her to sit down.

Song Ziyan gently stroked Sikong Haoxuan's black hair, and a little choked in her words, "Xuan'er, mom knows the whole story. Your third sister cried to me yesterday, "Mom blames you for your mistake, are you blamed on your mother?"

A trace of crystal light seemed to be lifted up in Sikong Haoxuan's eyes, and under his strong control, it penetrated into the corner of his eyes, "Mom, why would I blame you? You are also worried about your son." Sikong Haoxuan had a smile on his face, comforting Song Ziyan. He was really happy.

Seeing his mother's expression still unable to let go, Sikong Haoxuan leaned close to Song Ziyan's ear, "Mom, tell you a secret, don't tell others, those fifty sticks are like scratching me itch. Grandpa is really stingy. He must have deducted the rations of his guards, and his strength is really small."

Seeing his son's serious guess, Song Ziyan was amused by Sikong Haoxuan, "Okay, stop teasing her mother. Today, my mother apologizes to you. But your grandfather may not be able to think too much for a while, don't blame him."

Sikong Haoxuan followed his mother's words and asked his own question, "Mom, why did grandpa get such a big fire, just a brothel."

He glared at Sikong Haoxuan fiercely, "What a brothel, huh, it seems that the fifty-scepter strike did not allow you to reflect on it, although it was wronged you."

Song Ziyan then sighed slightly, "Xuan'er, do you know? You originally had an uncle, your father's younger brother. He has enviable talents, both martial arts and wisdom are admirable. Everyone thinks he will achieve great success in the future. Your grandfather has spent countless efforts on him and placed endless hope. He did not disappoint your grandfather, and he was at a young age to show his strength on the battlefield."

"When your uncle was twenty years old, he was assassinated in a flower building in Yongcheng. Your grandfather adjusted it for ten years before he buried this sad past in his heart and set the clan rules of "Sikong family's descendants are forbidden to step into brothels."

Sikong Haoxuan finally knew why his grandfather got so angry. It turned out that the brothel was a taboo in his heart, the sadness and pain he buried in his heart for more than 20 years.

"Xuan'er, you know why your grandfather hates brothels so much. If your uncle didn't go anywhere, among the many guards, the assassin would easily succeed. Your uncle's name is Sikong Hao, and your Haoxuan's name comes from this. Your grandfather has put a lot of entrusted in you. So, don't blame your grandfather."

Sikong Haoxuan wiped the tears from the corners of his mother's eyes, "Mom, I have never blamed my grandfather. It is natural for grandpa to beat my grandson."

Song Ziyan hugged Sikong Haoxuan in her arms, feeling full of relief. Her son's sensibility reduced the guilt that had been surrounding her heart a lot.

Sikong Haoxuan had just sent his mother away, and Bamo and Taal came out from somewhere. Taal's face turned blue and tried hard to keep a distance from Bamo.

"Master, old servant and Tarr have bought a place on the main street north of the imperial capital." Bamo bowed and reported to Sikong Haoxuan.

After hearing Bamo's words, Sikong Haoxuan's eyes lit up. The main street in the north is not suitable for brothels. The people coming and going are all nobles and senior officials. They are not allowed to ride on horses. It is simply a copy of the pedestrian street. "Tar, you started well. Keep working hard. I will not treat you badly."

Taal shook his hands, "Young Master, this is not what I did, it's all the credit of Master Bamer."

Seeing Sikong Haoxuan looking at him, Bamo bowed and said, "Master, among the few nobles last time, one of the names of such a property happened to have in his name. My child controlled his body and sold the land to me."

As a great witch, Sikong Haoxuan couldn't help but get goosebumps after hearing the word "child". Sikong Haoxuan said to Tahr: "Drop the original building and rebuild the pavilion we need. Do you know?"

Tarr shivered a little in his words, "Young Master, this 99-story building, how can I build it?"

Looking at Taal, who was a little demented in his eyes, Sikong Haoxuan smashed his head in anger, "When I first met you, I thought you were very smart, why are you so idiotic? The ninety-nine layers are my delusions. Do you know about delusions? What about ideals? Do you understand ideals? Now you can build as many layers as you can."

Sikong Haoxuan's voice became louder and louder in his ears, and Tarr nodded aggrievedly...
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