Zhao Ping'an Qi works
Chapter 1247
fort.>>A venerable old man in a black official's hat and a red robe sat facing forward on the platform. His eyes were like hooks, radiating an air of stern authority. This must be the judge presiding...not right, there's a clear trace of human soul energy here, where is the person Did you hide them""He spoke, his face darkening: 'Boldness! The man is dead, his earthly and heavenly souls have departe...