Ten years of agreement.
Fatty and I took out the oil bottle from behind the bronze door.
Everything should have ended ten years ago - although I still have a lot of questions that remain unanswered. But it turned out that things didn't really end.
Looking back later, I would rather just take all my doubts into the coffin.
When the third ghost seal appears, will all the conspiracies from ten years ago come to light again?
What is the answer to the mystery of the Zhang family's longevity?
There seem to be more and more mysteries, and we are getting into more and more troubles.
But after all, ten years have passed, and I, Wu Xie, am no longer naive...
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