C174 How to bury it

The atmosphere became solemn and solemn. Old Seven clasped his hands and kept on saying the name of Amitabha [1] and Hallelujah [2].

Old Seven trusted Marx and Lenin the most, but at this time, he turned all his hopes to the gods in the East and West.

Cripple's vitality was still quite tenacious. His eyes had rolled back to three-quarters of their original position