He Jun walked out of Logan Zhuang's house, sat on the car frame with a cold expression, and his brows were slightly lowered.
"Master, we're home." With the driver's shout, He Jun came back to his senses from his thoughts.
He slowly got out of the car, strode home with his head held high, came to the small room at the back, and lifted the curtain.
I lit a stick of incense, bowed and prayed. In the straight smoke, I saw three statues of gods, wearing black crowns, holding pestles and crutches, and holding peaches. They looked plump, kind and thoughtful.
Under the smoke, several statues became vivid.
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