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mo Guangning didn't seem to hear him and walked straight ahead.
Fang moku had a bad feeling and tried to pull him forward, but tripped on something soft and slippery and almost fell to the ground.
After gazing fearfully at the road for a moment, the hired guide, huang mu, disappeared into the clouds.
Fang mu broke into a cold sweat. he called mo Guangning and slowly moved forward. he hoped that this was a joke between mo Guangning and him.
but as time passed, no one answered him, and there was dead silence around him.
Fang mu couldn’t help but maliciously guess that this was more than just a bad joke. he deeply suspected that this was a trap set by his uncle and nephew. It was a trap set by a village that believed in an evil god. they wanted to kill him. Inside a foggy forest that you can never escape from.
perhaps they considered themselves ritual sacrifices to honor something indescribable, like a frog.
this newspaper was true. It was written by me who somehow returned to the past from the future, but the village chief of wenyatun lied. he clearly remembered what ``himself'' looked like when he came to the village. For a moment, he remembers \"himself.\"
the village chief and his nephew talked about taking revenge on him, because it was for the sake of faith and for the sake of the old village.
he wasn't drunk at all last night, he was just pretending. After my nephew forced him back into his bedroom, he started
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