
About This Novel
A few minutes ago, the old man who was chatting with Ling Min was shot in the head by three people who broke in through the window. "You call this human?" With auburn skin and shriveled muscles, he looked like a mummy. Why? Ling Min was sure that the previous conversation was true and rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Looking again, except for the holes in his temples that swore to seize life, what was reflected was the face of a kind old man. He's obviously a human being! So... "I'm the one with the problem!"
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