What are they even doing?
What is he even doing?
What in the earth he needs to say for everyone to believe him?
What in the earth did he have to do to make them trust him?
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"A skull? How could..." A startling Xiaojun placed the lantern at the bottom of the porch. He gaped, trying not to squeal out, but then, when he saw it... His eyes bulged out from its sockets. He swallowed as he saw countless of them.
The skulls had buried deep in this hut, and no one even noticed it. He screamed, a manly voice coming out of his throat. Xiaojun fell down on the floor, making Althea and Qing Long looked out of the door. Qing Long creased his forehead, but at that moment, his heart dropped to the floor.
