On the day when the underground palace of Fengguo Temple collapsed, black fog swallowed up all the tourists.
When the rescue team pulled my wife and I out of the pile of corpses, she had half a faded prayer rope tied around her wrist.
After returning home, I could inexplicably see wandering gray shadows, and I could even communicate with ghosts and gods.
The leader of the special operations team handed over the ancient book fragment: "Your father-in-law was studying this before he disappeared."
When I used the incantation "Yunji Seven Lots" to dispel the rampaging bronze tripod in the museum, the property management called:
"Mr. Shen, the sound of meat being chopped at your house has been going on for three hours. Do you need to call the police?"
But in the kitchen, my wife was humming a song and making soup for me——
The smell of that pot of soup was exactly the same as the black mist in the underground palace of Fengguo Temple.
But in the kitchen, my wife was humming a song and making soup for me——
The smell of that pot of soup was exactly the same as the black mist in the underground palace of Fengguo Temple.
