Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Under the brilliant moonlight of the night, Li Yidao dragged his exhausted body and opened the door of the funeral shop.
As he sensed the familiar scent of yellow paper inside, his heart gradually cald.
With the wrapped bronze mirror in his hand, he entered the inner room and opened a wooden box placed in the corner.
If you looked closely, you would notice a few special symbols at the bottom of the wooden box.
The lid of the wooden box also had so unique and rustic patterns.
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