"Brush!"

A flash, Song inkstone appeared directly on a hilltop outside Huangjia village, according to the information provided by Yanhuang Bureau, Huangjia village's land was the first to recover.

As far as I can see, the land temple at the head of the village is filled with smoke. Even at night, there are several worshippers there. One of them is tall, but weak and pale.

When Song Yan looks at it, he knows that the soul of the other party is damaged.

"Good courage!"

When Song Yanguang was cold, there had been worship of immortals and gods since ancient times. Even in the era of science and technology, the incense...