C784 Ash

In the ward of Qingzhou City.

Han Feilin looked at the ceiling above his head with a lifeless look in his eyes.

Wang Qian sat on the sofa, next to the monk sat Zhang Jiuling, and then there was Zhang Jiuling, the Feng Shui Master who neither belonged to nor belonged to.

Han Ping sat on his bed and gasped for breath. Looking at the news on his phone, Han Ping really wanted to break his phone