The old man looked at the memorial photos arranged side by side on the wooden table; the wrinkles on his face crowded together.
"My wish really came true, but only after it was fulfilled did I realize that it was my best friend who killed my entire family."
Room 19 was filled with Fierce Ghosts and Wandering Souls; they were busy in different places during their lifetimes and returned to this room after death because of a common bond.
"How could I not hate him?"
A long time had passed, but the hatred in the old man's eyes had not diminished by the slightest, completely betrayed and sold out by his best friend—it was an eternal obsession for the old man.
"Old man, if you want him to pay the price he deserves, now is a perfect opportunity!" Han Fei, carrying a delivery box, sat next to the old man. If someone looked at this scene from outside the window, they might find it harmoniously bizarre.
