"At that time, a thunderbolt came rolling in, cracking and cracking a big hole in the ground. I was sleeping happily, but the bed collapsed with a loud bang. My waist almost escaped me, and I was woken up by the fool..." Mengluo, who had been sleeping for a hundred years, patted his chest to all the ghosts and promised that he would take revitalizing the mass graves as his mission and let everyone live a good life with incense every day. Unfortunately, it backfired. . .
Intention: destiny, destiny, or man?