Li Niange hid under the quilt, but the coldness still enveloped him, and the charms plastered all over the wall turned into ashes in an instant.
The statue of the god enshrined on the wall shed tears of blood, and the ghost tightly squeezed his legs, and his hands were harder than steel bars.
The pain of being pierced all over his body made him want to collapse and scream, but the room was not soundproof and he could only hold back. In the end, he bit his tongue and cried softly with blood in his mouth.
Help me, help me...
Why can't you die quietly?
[The cold and selfish killer is attacked by a dark and damp dead man]
Intention: If you don't love, you won't get love