Chapter 807 Accounting

Palace.

above the hall.

On a throne, a burly middle-aged man of forty or fifty years old, with a jade board in his hand, lay half-length and waved.

The old eunuch came at once and leaned back: "Your Majesty."

"How's that going?" The voice of the dark world is somewhat low, but it is with a sense of evil.

"It's almost done. I've arranged for 5,000 strong men and 3,000 young girls to be buried with the prince." The old eunuch said quickly.

"Almost? How much does it mean? Do you hear me as soon as I can? Suddenly, black Qiankun suddenly sat upright, with the old...