C160 Paleo-therapy

Seventh Uncle pushed aside the scarecrow on the table and placed the map on it. He frowned as he observed the coordinates and tapped on it with his fingers. "If the word 'birthday' is correct …" While speaking, Seventh Uncle's eyes flashed. He looked at me and pointed at the scarecrow, making a gesture to wipe my neck.

At the same time, Fatty Lei and I sucked in a breath of cold air