pile of corpses, a stirring. 。An old man with crane feathers stuck in his back, sunken eyes, and a hunched figure like a walking corpse, no taller than an average person's waist, eyed Lu Xiaoteng with...lar to the red-skirted woman Jiang Xintong before."Sharp eyes you have, but to be precise, it should be a celestial being. I am an official member of the celestial class. Now that I've arrived here, y...