The sound of a cry resounded in the air, and the longer you listened to it, the more you could not tell whether it was the mournful cry of a night cat or the night cry of a baby.

The crying grew farther and farther away, and finally stopped, separating a distance where only faint sounds could be heard.

Mo Bei felt that the aura emitted by those moths when they were twisted into ropes was somewhat familiar, but she didn't think that she had seen it before, she had a good memory, and there was no fault in her memory.

She thought about it, maybe it was due to some kind of false intimacy and sense of déjà vu between people who belong to the same species.

It's like with Tang Song.

The monster showed her some footage and instilled ......

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