C337 For all the living things in the world

I pulled on Qing Ling's clothes from behind. He understood and stopped questioning the ghost carriage. Instead, he used a bundle of immortal cords to tie it up tighter. Afterwards, he carried Young Master Xiao into a dilapidated wooden house.

The wooden house has already collapsed and we found a place to rest in the midst of the ruins. I whispered to Qing Ling