As the night deepened, jackdaws landed on the treetops and screamed terribly. On a cold night in late autumn, the wind blows, and no one travels at night, even if there are people, one is for life, and the other is for death.

In the wilderness of the suburbs, there is a mass grave, where nameless corpses, unprovoked killings, and dead people with family grudges are abandoned.

Here, it is already cold and miserable, and in the middle of the night, it is even more bone-piercing.

A muffled sound broke the silence of the mass grave, and the two men were thrown to the ground, and the stench was instantly stinking.

Wen Qingyao supported her body with her hands on the ground, her palms had a sticky touch, and with the stench, she could think that the thing under her palms that looked like water and not water was the corpse water that had rotted from the corpse.

Wen Qingyao's stomach rolled and retched, and her mouth was full of bitter bile

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