People Open a Grocery Store in Jincheng, and the Customers Are Not People

[Urban Strange Stories + Classics of Mountains and Seas + Daily Sand Sculptures] My name is Gu Lan, and my golden finger is seriously ill! It's called [The Eye of Truth] and can see through everything, but I kindly help every time: I wanted to help a down-and-out teahouse, but I was chased and beaten by the proprietress, who became famous overnight. I tried to dissuade the internal fighting spirit, but I was beaten as a punching bag, but they united and went public. I tried to save the hapless agent, but I was stunned, and his curse... Lifted itself. I'm numb, why should the more unlucky I am, the luckier they are? ! Me: "I am just a living sandbag making wishes?" (There are too many elements, it is recommended to read three chapters first)