Zheng Li never thought in his life that he would have to spend the middle of the night in the wilderness, hunting ghosts with an ice-shaped Taoist priest. Qi Suyan sat aside, holding a few rusty copper coins tightly between his fingers, looking at the grave at his feet indifferently. There is still a full moon in the sky. If you ignore that this is a place where dead people are buried, Zheng Li is still happy to look at the moon here. "Taoist Master, I'm afraid this ghost won't come. With such a beautiful moon, how can a ghost hug his wife at home?" "Young master, joking." Zheng Li was a little broken in his heart. Joking, joking, you are a ghost. But the days of even greater collapse are still to come.
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