Chapter 118: Helian Weapon Casting Skill! The Black Seed! _2

A small black seed lay quietly inside, withered and about the size of a fingertip. It seemed nearly devoid of life, yet the moment Zhao Honglie opened the box, a deep sense of fear rose unbidden in his heart.

He slammed the box shut.

Breathing heavily, he hesitated for a moment before turning to leave the dark corridor.

Zhao Honglie had once been just an ordinary youth among the displaced. The reason he rose to his current position and built such a massive estate was entirely because of this black seed.

But the black seed was too sinister—it devoured flesh and blood!

He didn't dare to touch it too much.

Over the years, apart from the very first time when the black seed nourished him with a surge of vitality, he seldom opened the jade box. He could never forget the scene of hundreds of people being simultaneously drained dry that year.

"If I truly reach the end of the road..."

A cruel glint flashed in Zhao Honglie's eyes. This was his ultimate trump card.

Three days later.