The young man waved his hand coldly and his face was dull.

There was a dead silence.

“Not cold anymore.”

Xiaohua shouted happily, and her trembling hands finally resumed her movements.

She suddenly inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Ao!!"

Almost at the same time, a strange roar came from all the tablets in the second row.

Countless phantoms emerged from it... like palms of nothingness.

This time, even the little flower can be seen.

She was shocked and subconsciously leaped into Wang Jin's arms.

"roll!"

Wang Jin's face was cold and he spoke slowly.

Meanwhile, another voice came out with him.
Chapter completed!