As he spoke, he threw off his sleeve to express his dissatisfaction with me.
"Tell you, every little yellow paper person on your body has a ghost in it that I smelt, you should have heard of ghost pressing."
I nodded.
There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and he said, "In your situation now, you belong to a hundred ghosts."
I hummed, it's really interesting to think about Hundred Ghosts pressing down.
I looked at the person standing in front of me, who looked like he was forty years old, with good facial features, but the correct facial features always showed a sense of evil.
It makes me feel very uncomfortable.
"But you kid, your waist is very stiff, and a hundred ghosts are pressing down on their body, and they have a lot of Yang Qi before they fall down. If they are refin
