C482 Development
On top of the tallest building in the residential area, a gigantic golden harp floated in the air. Under the dim moonlight, the bony hand covered in rotten cloth lightly plucked the strings of the harp, and a strange sound drifted out.
“Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the temple of peace. A broken scene, a ghost singing unrestrainedly. The black Rosemary bloomed, and vines grew
