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.,No matter how much Hu Ma didn't want to, he had to force himself to eat, forcing him to chew and swallow. Every bite was an incredibly painful experience.,He tried to appear calm and said, "What do you want with my mother-in-law"。