Big Joe called Little Joe's name and searched around. It was impossible for him to run too far for a few minutes, and Da Qiao looked around but couldn't find it. Just as he was walking towards the cart, he heard a voice coming from the middle of the big turntable. The turntable was half a man tall, but there were bushes planted in it, and it was hard to imagine someone jumping up and burrowing into the bushes. But the sound did come from the top. Da Qiao ran for a while, supported his hands with both hands, and his body propped up. From the irrigation...

Chapter 45 of "Pressing the Coffin" The ghost's sissy is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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