At a family banquet, my brother-in-law poured red wine all over my face.
"Trash, your father-in-law is critically ill and you can't even cry?"
The memory fragments suddenly exploded - I am not only the God of War in the North, but also the successor of the ghost doctor.
Just as he was about to take action, his father-in-law suddenly fell to the ground with poison.
The moment the silver needle sealed the throat, the whole place fell silent.
The screen of the brother-in-law's mobile phone lights up: the transfer record comes from the name of the mother-in-law.
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