The paper figures in the mourning hall all turned their heads.
That night, Chen Du guarded his grandfather's coffin. At midnight, a man in white came to express condolences and said he wanted to take away things from the temple. At the end of the day, he even praised his workmanship.
The hospital said it was myocardial infarction. Myocardial infarction is a disease, and disease is not called craftsmanship.
Two ribs were broken, and he fell in front of his soul. The wooden box left by grandpa opened by itself, and a monkey-face mask rolled out and stuck to his face. An old voice sounded close to his ears:
"Boy, do you want them to die?"
Think.
Three thousand years ago, the gods withdrew, and all their divinities were sealed into Nuo Mian. A lineage of Nuo temple guards have been guarding their faces for generations, and they are called Taishou people. Now that the appointment is about to expire, the evil god wakes up first, and there is evil again in the world. But to this day, only the last Nuo temple and the last person are left.
The people who kept the platform throughout the ages spent their entire lives praying for the blessing of a god but failed. When Chen Du arrived, all the gods were rushing to get on top of him.
But every mask comes with a rule: you can't tell half a lie when wearing a judge mask, and you will break through the door if you wear a mountain mask. While others were bound by the rules, he used the rules as a sword.
After inheriting the Nuo Temple, the first thing he did was not to save the world, but to settle accounts.
I'll pay for the trip, but you can walk the road yourself.
