Shen Jia's secret talismans, a small wallet with a few cards and some change, were all scattered on the ground by him. He fiercely stomped on the talisman with his foot, and angrily cursed: "You bunch of charlatans, you're all charlatans! What masters, what families, are all brainwashing charlatans!!",From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,"Alright, take her." I said firmly. "If you can't save her, come back to me."。