Living Corpse Brings Wealth

One a day. For the past three months, the strong smell in Qi Laosan's incense hall has never stopped. The fishier and smellier it is, the more people will come. Zhao Er, whose life was cut off, buried his father in the back mountain in order to enter the Xiangtang. The village chief was the one who took the lead in everything. He chopped his daughter-in-law into pieces of meat. Today it's John Doe's turn. Qi Laosan pointed at Xiangtang with his cigarette stick. "Go in."