Lin Dabao knelt in front of his ancestral grave in his old forest farm, holding three half-burned incense sticks in his hand. The wind blew the flames bright and dim, which was very similar to his desire to die at the moment.
"Sister, I've been kneeling for two hours now, and my knees are numb." Lin Dabao grinned and whispered into the air, "Are you coming or not? If you don't come, I will put out the incense. It will choke your throat."
"Crack!"
A crisp slap sounded in the empty cemetery.
Lin Dabao covered his face, and a furry slap mark suddenly appeared on the left side of his face. It smelled like a fox and... Green onions?
"Who?!" Lin Dabao sat down on the ground in fright, and Gao Xiang fell into the grass.
"Younger, no matter how young! What do you call me? Call me Xianjia! Call me Lao Xian'er!" A delicate yet fierce voice sounded directly in his mind, "I'm in a hurry. I just ate a green onion to satisfy my hunger. It's normal for it to smell bad!"
In this way, Lin Dabao started his wonderful journey
