"On the fifth day, do you think children must look like their parents?" I take back my eyes, take a deep breath, and ask the fifth day of junior high.

"how many places must be similar, little seven, how do you suddenly ask this?" The fifth answer, and then some surprised looking at me.

"nothing." I shook my head and quickly erased an idea from my heart.

"at that time, it was the child who was fishing here. Then the evil spirit came and led the child to bury longpo. At last, he was applying poison hands." I analyzed.

"but why did the evil spirit lead him to the burial...