The Heavenly Eye Gho

Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,Having said that, he tossed the walnut shells in his hand aside, quickly put on his clothes, and went out.,On the second day, in a inconspicuous corner of newspaper in city A, there was such a small news item.。