Saintly Gate Venerab

Jiang He looked at the broken wooden table. A few bowls with chipped edges held steaming hot dishes. Although the food was delicious, it still made Jiang He's heart ache.,The river chuckled softly: "Elder Jiang, you're cursed with bad luck, there seems to be a bloody disaster, your time is up!",Otherwise, he wouldn't have left behind that "amulet".。