Crazy Criticizes the Female Widow Author Holding a Star Chart and the Ghosts and Gods Come to Shout

Hey! The heavy rain seemed to be free of charge, and it hit the roof of the shabby morgue in the back alley of Shuntian Mansion with great force. God was so aggrieved when he looked at it, as if he was complaining about the injustice of these three lives. I heard the urgent sound of horse hooves, and the rain curtain was torn open with a crash. Several men in black clothes carried three corpses swept up by straw, and entered the morgue like a thief cat.