I took it out and saw that the money was black, as if it had been underground for thousands of years. It broke all at a touch, and then turned into ashes, leaving nothing. I looked at the only fragment in my hand and didn't know what to say.
"The power of the clothes isn't frightening. What's scary is the heart of revenge." Ji Yan took the broken pieces from my hand and threw them out of the window. He looked at Yuzhu, who was lying on one side.
"It's just that she's the most pitiful one, and she'll never know what's going on." It was close to dusk outside, and the last ray of light of the sun was shining on Yunzhu's face today. One could clearly see the tear stains on her cheeks that hadn't dried yet.
###Chapter188,Wu Gu Operator (1)
Nowadays, the tomb-raiding culture, whether the off
