Let's find our own people. A hazy mist hung on the wall, and the ancient mirror was reground. Do you have medicine for everything? I hope those who can help me solve it will be grateful.

The full text is as follows: Ask God's own people to make dim things to hang on their walls. It goes without saying that the ancient mirror should be re-polished. If you don't fight, you win the lawsuit, you get rich, you become famous, you get married, you get sick, you return to pedestrians, and you are safe. Ill, fame and fortune, and finally lost.

It is satisfactory to sign this contract. If there is a lawsuit, you can win, but if you win, don't fight again. You can get the money. You can gain fame. You can get wealth and fame. You can get married. You can get rid of your illness. You can get married. You can get rid of your illness. Pedestrians return. You will be safe. You can come back when your family is outside. Don't be restless.