The footprints became plum blossoms, embedded in the ice road, the sound of the pipa had stopped, and the sound of the soul was still whispering in the ears.

From one dead end to another, three mountain paths, three footprints, no matter which mountain road you choose, the end point is the same.

"Let's go in the middle." An Yan whispered a word and walked forward.

The scene we saw just now, could it be that this bureau has a lot to do with An Yan, otherwise how could An Yan's life experience alone?

The footprints are in the same direction.

"Loop, Trail." An Yan took out his long knife and drew a few strange shapes in the place where he walked.

"An Yan is so strange." The fat man whispered in my ear.

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