I Have Countless Hidden Identities

5. Floating by, lighting wax, burning paper, adding incense, but no movement; pouring wine, paying tribute, setting off cannons, smashing monuments, but no response; digging graves, digging graves, opening coffins, whipping corpses, but no temper; setting tables, drawing talismans, performing martial arts, and thundering, No fake corpse; set fire, burn corpse, grind bones, raise ashes, try again; bell, wooden sword, villain, recite incantation, summon the soul again; shed tears, cry bitterly, wail, beat the ground, the author is dead... The poor man has no way to recover.

Just when I clicked it to read, there was a speech, but I was confused. As soon as I turned the page, it was gone. I laughed.

Eunuch again, are you lying?

There are actually rewards and flowers. Isn't it confusing?

You're great, you're great

Won't you write a single chapter? You should write it.