Jiang He looked at the broken wooden table. A few bowls with chipped edges held steaming hot dishes. Although the food was delicious, it still made Jiang He's heart ache.,Mr. Jiang narrowed his eyes and said in an extremely cold voice:,Jiang He fished out a talisman from his pocket. He bit his fingertip, drawing dragon-and-phoenix script on the talisman with his blood before folding it neatly.。