After another seven or eight minutes of walking, just as all of us were running out of patience, the road beneath our feet suddenly became smooth.

What I didn't expect was that not far ahead, there was a faint sound of talking. In the cool breeze that kept blowing away, the sound drifted gently from a bend.

The voice sounded a little muffled, whimpering, and I didn't know what I was talking about.

Is there anyone here?! I was rather stunned.

Hurriedly collected the ghost shark scales, and stuck their backs to the pitted mountain wall with the fat man and the amorous three, and moved forward cautiously in the direction of the sound.

After the light disappeared, it was pitch black in front of me, and I couldn't see my fingers. At the corner of the bend ahead, I poked my head out

Chapter 517 of "Strange Tales of a Small Shop": A group of strange people are hitting their hands, please wait a moment,

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