C168 Costs of Death(1)

The windowless ancestral hall reeked of sandalwood and incense.

Feng Tingting sat cross-legged on the prayer mat, happily nibbling on the chicken leg, drinking a drink and reading a comic book.

It was not that she desecrated the Grand Scholar Guan Yin, but she, Feng Tingting, was an atheist. Even after experiencing her transmigration