Senior Brother and Sister, the Shroud Moved on Its Own.

The most unreliable trio in Lingxiaoguan are also fishing seriously today. Until the villagers rushed to the mountain gate crying: "It's bad! The shroud of the widow at the entrance of the village has become a spirit!" Lin Mo held the straw in his mouth without even bothering to raise his eyelids: "Oh, maybe her late husband thought the style was too ugly." Zhou Qingge silently took out a cinnabar pen and wrote on the yellow paper: "It is recommended to be cremated directly." Lu Xiaofan had already jumped three feet away: "Wait a minute! Should the Shroud's crime be under the control of our 'Temporary Office of the Metaphysical Affairs Administration'?" Obviously, he also made up the name of this department.