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.,After hesitating for a long while, he still endured it.,Suddenly, a glimmer of hope flickered in Hu Ma's heart: "Could this person be the enemy of that strange old woman"。