"You eat it yourself."

The woman nodded again, and then suddenly disappeared.

They are all miserable people.

What Qin Mingjian borrowed was not foreign fire, but Zhenggang Yang fire.

What this woman wanted to treat Jiang Chao to eat was not white wine, but dead-headed wine.

Anyone who comes to look for a scapegoat will die suddenly.

Jiang Chao walked into the ancestral hall, and there were rows of spiritual seats in front of them. There was a huge incense burner in front of the spiritual seat. It was probably worth two dollars when sold for scrap copper.

There is a pair of candlesticks next to each tablet, and the candles on them have not yet burned out and are covered in dust.

The walls on both sides were covered with mold and spider webs were everywhere.

With a "squeak", the wooden door automatically closed.

All the candles suddenly lit up, and the entire ancestral hall was not very bright, but it was not too dark.

Jiang Chao held his sword with his hands and looked around.

"Pretending to be a ghost, come out!"
Chapter completed!