The Strange Cultivation of Immortality That Started in the Grocery Store

Silently traveled through three years and made a living selling soap in Qingshi Town. Mr. Zhou next door said that someone waved to him at the well. Silence didn't take it seriously. Lao Zhou is dead. When I fished it out from the river beach, I had a smile on my face, six fingers on my right hand, and not a drop of water in my lungs. Wu Zuo said: It was taken away by the water. On the first seven nights, Lao Zhou walked out of the house and stood in the yard, looking precisely at the silent window across the street. A thought that was not his own suddenly popped into Silent's mind: He is looking at me.