I swallowed the blood that was about to gush out of my throat with difficulty, trembling and feeling out the pill that had been prepared in my arms and swallowing it, and after dozens of breaths, I barely regained a trace of clarity.

I thought back to the scene just now, and the middle-aged man, and it was even more difficult to calm the vibration in my chest.

Although the middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, he could clearly hear that he had a southern accent and was not from his hometown.

I've never seen this man in the village before, and I'm completely unavoidable

Chapter 58 of "Paper Horse Incense Shop" The carpenter is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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