A group of souls in ragged clothes and unkempt faces were quietly staying in the shelter awaiting trial.
This is neither heaven nor hell.
There is no time travel and no miracles here.
No one cared about them when they were alive, and no one paid homage to them when they died.
They just hope for a slightly friendlier afterlife.
It's a pity that they can't wait for the friendly afterlife they look forward to.
Because that person is coming,
He will lead this group of hopeless souls that no one looks down upon, fight to become gods in a hundred battles, and reorganize the six realms! The torrent of time blows away Fang Qiu.
If you don't give us that hope, we will create an afterlife ourselves!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
