Gulu!

Du Hongchang swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He felt that he should run away now, but the power in his body seemed to have been taken away at this moment. No matter what command his brain issued, his body was still standing there blankly.

"Because." The old man slowly stretched out his hand, took out the book that had not been completely stuffed into his arms, and threw it on his desk casually. "For a person who has lived for thousands of years, or may even live for thousands of years."

"Memory is always the most susceptible thing he loses. So it is the best way to write down these easily lost things."

"In this way, even after a long time, you just need to pick up this book, and you can remember that you killed someone in a certain year, month, or day."

The old man said so casually, as if he was chatting with his old friends about these trivial matters.

At this time, the door of the study was pushed open again.

A man holding a ghost-headed knife walked in, and with a casual wave of his other hand, something rolled along the spotless floor in Sima Xu's study to Du Hongchang's feet.

Du Hong's long pupils suddenly widened. It was a head, a man who sneaked into the Prime Minister's Mansion with him.

The man was already a master of the Tianting Realm, but he didn't expect that Song Yuan would cut off his head silently.

Du Hongchang suddenly felt despair in his heart.

"Didn't you always disbelief I can help you deal with the swordsmen in Jiangdong?" Sima Xu turned a blind eye to the head that rolled to the side. Instead, he looked at the man holding a ghost-headed sword and said lightly.

The man didn't say anything, but just held the knife and looked at Sima Xu coldly, waiting for his next words.

"He can kill Yuheng." Sima Xu seemed to be accustomed to the man's attitude. He turned his head and glanced at Du Hongchang, who had been completely stunned, and said confidently.
Chapter completed!