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r, flinging one out could totally oppress two spirit ghosts.
It possessed great might.

 

To Song Shuhang, this was undoubtedly timely help!

 

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7th June, under the scorching sun.

 

Every year, this period was the most bitter and nervous time for high schoolers as the college entrance exams for Huaxia were all arranged to begin on this exact day.

 

Yet at this period every year, Jiangnan University City would take joy in their misfortune by having a sports competition.
It embodied the deep malice the executives of Jiangnan University possessed towards these high schoolers.

 

Amongst the competitions, the 5km men’s run would begin in the morning of the first day of the sports competition.

 

As a participant, Song Shuhang woke up very early in the morning.
He was intending to stretch his body, so he might as well casually take first place or something, right?

 

The moment he got up from his bed, he touched the black flying sword which he had placed on the side of the bed.

 

Flying swords were treasures which blood cannot stick onto, yet Shuhang had the misperception of smelling blood from it.

 

“Sure enough, it wasn’t a dream.” Song Shuhang said to himself.

 

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Yesterday…… was his first time chopping someone.
In addition, what he chopped off was the head.
The scene of the long armed man’s head flying up into the air was still imprinted in his mind.
As it was the first kill he had made in his life, the long armed man’s face would remain in Song Shuhang’s mind for a long time.

 

“Next up will be the Altar Master.” Song Shuhang gripped the flying sword.

 

The enemy mistakenly believed that he was an ‘expert’, and was so frightened to the point that that he withdrew from the Jiangnan region.
However, Song Shuhang couldn’t risk his family’s safety by entrusting his hopes on an enemy’s misunderstanding.

 

If he doesn’t settle this issue, Song Shuhang would remain troubled and worried.
Luckily, there would be clues by this afternoon.

 

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……

 

After getting off the bed and washing up, Song Shuhang opened the door of the dormitory, intending to go exercise.

 

The moment he opened the door, he noticed a large man who wore a suit standing outside with a wide smile.

 

This man looks very familiar.
Who is he?

 

“Student Shuhang, we meet again.
I’m Little Jiang from Feng Shou Courier with another package for you.” The large man in the suit tried hard to show an amiable smile.

 

I remember now, it’s Feng Shou Courier’s Mr.
Sima Jiang.

 

The last time he received a package, Song Shuhang didn’t know who he was and thought he was just a deliveryman, so he casually addressed him as Little Jiang.
Back then, Sima Jiang’s mouth involuntarily twitched.
He was considered a man of character, being addressed as Little Jiang was too appalling.

 

However, this time he addressed himself as ‘Little Jiang’.
In a span of three days, there were two courier deliveries from two different senders, and both senders had frightening identities.

 

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As of now, he was fine with being referred to as Little Jiang! Don’t mention Little Jiang, even becoming Little Little Jiang or Little Little Little Jiang wouldn’t be a problem!

 

After seeing Sima Jiang, Song Shuhang immediately thought of the package Seven Lives Talisman Mansion Master said that he would send.

 

A package that was sent at midnight arrived a little after six in the morning? What kind of godly speed is this?

 

“Good morning Little Jiang, is this another urgent express delivery via air travel?” Song Shuhang asked.

 

“Yes, it’s an express delivery via air travel package from the Huaxi region.
I was personally sent to fly an aeroplane to receive the package during the night and had it sent at the fastest speeds to your hands, Student Song Shuhang.
I hope that I haven’t held you up?” Sima Jiang took out a package that was the size of a cell phone box from his chest pocket.

 

With layers upon layers of packaging, it was tightly sealed.

 

“You didn’t hold me up, and you came at the perfect time.
Thanks for your trouble, where shall I sign?” Song Shuhang trusted this courier personnel Little Jiang, for he had delivered the previous package without anything missing.

 

“Please sign right here.” Sima Jiang handed over a pen.

 

While signing, Shuhang recalled the black iron flying sword that belonged to Great Master Tong Xuan, and casually asked, “By the way, Little Jiang, in a few days I may have a package I want to send, so when that happens I’ll contact you.”

 

Once he settles the matter with Altar Master in a few days, he will have Great Master Tong Xuan’s sword sent back to its original owner.
Feng Shou Courier’s service was amazingly good, so Song Shuhang naturally thought of using them.

 

“Where is it to be sent to? Do you need me to fly over there for express delivery?” Sima Jiang happily said with his eyes lit up.

 

“It’s fine and there’s no need for that.
The receiver doesn’t need it urgently, so standard delivery is more than enough.
Alright then, I’ll contact you in a few days when I want to send it.” Song Shuhang

 

“No problem, you may contact me at anytime, 24/7!” Sima Jiang wore a smile, his service level was at five stars and was super liked.

Song Shuhang held onto the package and wondered what the talismans sent by Seven Lives Talisman Mansion Master would be like?