Siheyuan: Marrying Xin Ling, I Sweetened the Whole Flock of Pests into a Daze

The Old Wang that Old Li talks about is absolutely no ordinary person.

Night falls, night falls.

I hold a wooden sword in my hand. In front of me lie a sheet of yellow paper and several pieces of cinnabar, ground and prepared long ago.

Now all that remains is to wait for an opportunity.

Yizhuang is far from the village, so at night there isn't a sound to be heard.

I walk to the doorway and sit down, with Old Li and Chen Xi behind me.