The inside of the house is a little better than the outside, and the earthen house can barely shelter from the wind and rain, and there is no movement quietly.

Duanmu Qing's five senses were sensitive, and when he came in, he sensed the breath of someone in the house, and went straight into the house with his feet raised.

In the dimly lit room, the smell of wine was high, and a rickety figure sat on a stool with his head down.

Hearing the movement, he slowly looked up, Duanmu Qing saw that the person's face flashed a trace of panic, and then raised his hand to put the wine jug in his hand into his mouth, poured a big mouthful, and smashed his mouth.

"Your family is at the entrance of the village, and you have come to the wrong place."

"We're here for you."

Duanmuqing looked at the earthen house quietly, on the wooden bed against the wall, the futon was very thin, and there was still that on the ground

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