章節 341: Fruit

That night, Wang Ling read all the novel drafts that were inside the time capsule.

Mm… it was indeed Mother Wang who had written about the One Thousand Years of Death which Killer Daoist had mentioned before. It was a main setup in her unpublished novel, and was one of the minor techniques taught by a killer clan.

After confirming Mother Wang's identity, Wang Ling's brain short-circuited that night.

He had to acknowledge the terrifying truth that his mother, his biological mother who had raised him, had in one night actually transformed from an ordinary housewife of an ordinary household into a great ancestor in the world of killers!

Wang Ling didn't tell Wang Ming about this – it was so shocking that even Wang Ling was taking a while to digest the fact.