The strange wooden box also faintly smelled like a dead mouse, and the fat man and I put the box in the center of the "Qingshan Girl" shop, and leaned back in the chair to rest for a while after a sleepless night.

The old man seemed to have no interest in our affairs, and only cared about himself amusing the cat.

"Mo Han, what is this thing doing, I always feel weak when I stay here." The fat man muttered with his eyes closed.

"Well, let's bury it."

The bones belong to the lonely ghosts, and since ancient times, people have usually believed that after knowing each other, they will leave their souls. Among them, this kind of unnatural death, without descendants to sacrifice, and the bones are not properly buried, will become the ranks of lonely souls and wild ghosts.

"Hey, I said you're an undertaker, or a feng shui gentleman,

Chapter 80 of "The Strange Story of the Undertaker" The bones are being beaten by hand, please wait for a while,

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