I looked inside, and I happened to see a twelve-inch black-and-white posthumous photo on an old-fashioned mahogany table of eight immortals. The curtains in the room were closed, the light was dim, the incense burner was burning, the fragrance lingered, and the ghostly feeling made my body chill all over my body, and I was so frightened that I almost closed the door and fled. But driven by strong curiosity, I nervously swallowed my saliva, stood in front of the door for a few seconds, and after some psychological construction, I folded my hands towards the portrait...

"You are always the best in the world" 152, hobby is in the hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!