[Demonic Concealment Spell, Unlimited Way]

Rising and declining in troubled times is the destiny of the line of the west of Hunan. In the corner of the west of Hunan, the clan of Yuehan wishes for generations to be able to chase the corpses for a career. The legend of zombies in the world of guardians lasts for thousands of years.

Fang Wei, a descendant of the Fang family, followed his grandfather out to drive away the corpses and fell into a thick layer of fog. Xiang Xi, a thousand years old, had been known among the common folk to drive away corpses and corpses, a cruel and indescribable ground filled with corpses and corpses, an old man of a hundred years old, a ghost girl holding a lantern made from human skin, a man who endured death by altering a tombstone by herself, had pulled open a bizarre world of ghosts that could not be seen under the sunlight.

The snow was falling heavily, and the only thing that could be seen was Chenzhou Sand.

Without asking about the afterlife, the gods of the common people,

The evil spirits, the evil spirits, the ten sins, respect my heart Liu-Li tower.

With one slash, Phoenix's head was severed.

One step further, Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows.

Listening to the wind, listening to the rain, listening to the afterlife,

Listen to nursery rhymes.

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In the west wing, the sun shined brightly.

There was a girl lover in the west wing,

Mom and Dad do not care about the heart injury

The child was hungry, not full, not warm …

Skin to make clothes, meat to make soup …

C39 Your Blood must Taste Good