C412 Suffering Severe Injuries to the Qing Ghost

The dark clouds slowly obscured the moonlight, and the occasional cries of the owls added a little bit of strangeness to the gloomy night.

The cool trees in the park stretched out their hands, and a man in a ragged shirt was lying on a reclining chair next to the road. His faint voice seemed to be able to see through everything. "Since you're here, let's give up."

As he spoke