With a single fist, he smashed the coffin board.

This lonely prince in the late Qing Dynasty seems to have some attributes of an ancient otaku, even when he is welcoming guests, he is unwilling to leave the rancid coffin he is accommodating, as if he is still immersed in the glory days of the Qing Dynasty and does not want to wake up.

Rancid, the coffin was covered with thick silt.

The coffin entwined with the blood of the ink bucket, as the abode of ghosts and gods such as disasters, has reached the hardness level of [relics of disasters] itself.

Chapter 253 of "Mysterious Arrival, My Pollution Is More and More Perverted" Chapter 253 A person whose life and death are unknown? Stiff? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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