"Boy, are you talking about myths? If you don't want to call me the seventh master, forget it, don't make up stories to deceive the old man and me, what a mess. Uncle Seven woke up from Mao Zijing's story and couldn't help but blame Mao Zijing.

Mao Zijing was speechless for a moment, but yes, not only Uncle Seven didn't believe it, but many ordinary people wouldn't believe it, and if it was spread out, they might still be regarded as crazy.

"It's okay, I don't want to worry about my age, but I still have to call you Uncle Seven!" Mao Zijing turned around and picked up the robe rune paper or something, ready to lure out the culprit who disturbed the village.

On the outskirts of Beijing, on a dark and gloomy slope, an unmanaged small house was built, about sixty or seventy square meters, made of cement bricks, and the roof was tiled; Not only yin

Chapter 128 of "The Deadly Elevator" The ghost is coming and is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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