The old Taoist priest said, shaking his head, although he can't let these ghosts change their minds, but he can help them to reincarnate, no matter how unwilling they are in this life, when they cross the Nai He Bridge, they will all forget after drinking Meng Po soup.

Xiao Daotong nodded as if he didn't understand, he was young, and he didn't know what love was, the master said so, and he listened to it like this, but he didn't understand the truth.

However, Xiao Daotong took the master's words to heart, maybe when he grew up, he would understand.

However, in the days to come, Zhang Yu will always be the most dishonest of the ghosts in the lobby. The daily Taoist boy incense them ......

"The Strange Storyteller" Chapter 127: The Misty Shadow is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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