On this day, the oil lamp flickered on and off. The dilapidated window lattice creaked in the wind, as if something was peering through the window.
With a trembling voice, the old man said to the children sitting around: "Don't run around, don't listen randomly, there are some stories that you will never look back on..."
The acupoints are old, the fingers are blooming, and the Beidou falls on the shoulder and clavicular veins.
Mountain movers, dividing the water and paddling, the whitebait bites the boat and sinks it down the river
The Yin Shang Gang, the bone flute is mute, the blood of the nine coffins locks the pulse of the horse
The earth changes, three sects appear, and three heroes are buried under the Monument of Benevolence
An old man cuts off his fingers by tapping acupuncture points, a mountain mover sinks into the river, and a shady businessman chews human bones with a smile.
The cocoon silk wraps around the neck to call daddy, but the sleepy words are engraved on the eyebrows, but mom is nowhere to be seen
The beginning of this story starts from the moment I met Chen Mo...
