Dressed as Xu Damao in the 1960s, he was dazed with an old-fashioned radio in his hand. I was just beaten to death in the game, and then I turned around and fell into the Qinman Siheyuan. Qin Huairu's family was waiting to suck blood, while Sha Zhu was weighing a spoon in front of the stove. I touched the bag of flowers in my pocket - in this game, I am the hunter.