He was now leaning half against a hall-like room. In the center stood a table covered in dust, an eight immortals table, with several low square stools. Against the wall were blackened stones piled up to make a stove.,The bone at the shoulder rubbed against the iron hook, creating a strange and chilling sound.,That strange old woman, besides chanting sutras and prayers to him every day, would also feed him all sorts of peculiar things from time to time. There were herbs, burned talismans, but most importantly, there was this unknown type of meat.。