Smack! Smack!

The torrential rain poured down, lapping on the broken bricks and tiles, and the dense sound of the rain was disturbing, and the flames of beans swayed in the storm among the leaky huts, as if the next moment they would be blown out by the cold wind that poured in through the cracks.

"Death is death, and I want to see how these ghosts will take my life."

Extreme despair and fear would turn into anger, and the boy stood by the oil lamp, holding a handful in his hand

"I really want to cultivate immortals! Chapter 257 People and ghosts are in the middle of the fight, please wait a moment,

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