Dongfang Qiang looked at the place where he had just stood. The black shadow had been completely printed on the ground. There was still a light in the dark, like the oil stain in the garage. There was a smell of rotten eggs in his nose.

eh ~ Dongfang Qiang shudders, turns around and asks Mao Li, "what are we going to do next?"

Maoli said, "go to the toilet, of course."

Dongfang said: "but should we have some magic weapons..."

Ji Shuhao also said, "yes, or you can give us more peach wood swords and Exorcism charms."

"No." Maoli throws the coffin nails to the two people: "only the...