C863 Taslam(1)

It rained in the clear, and the pedestrians on the road owed Broken Cloud Ghost.

According to the calculations from his previous life, today was a clear day. It was very magical, every day on this day, there would always be rain and gloom, and no one knew if it was the weeping of the living, or the tears of the dead, or the desolate attitude of a lonely grave with nowhere to talk about