If the heavy rain gradually fades, the fishy smell is mixed with the soil and dampness, and it becomes more and more durable.

Before Xu Qingsi stepped into the threshold, he smelled a strong smell of blood, fresh, lingering on the tip of his nose.

He slowed down, and there was a faint remnant of a fight in front of him, a person sitting in the middle of the ruined temple, with his legs facing each other, his back bowed and his shoulders bowed, his head hanging as quiet as a stone carving, lifeless.

The pace suddenly turned fast, Xu Qingsi half-squatted forward and grabbed her shoulder, "Master Gu? ”

The stone sculpture moved, but it slammed its elbow against his heart.

Xu Qingsi raised his palm and buckled, and quickly slid down her shoulder shaft to the large vertebrae. Gu Han's clothes are stuffy. With a snort, his thigh hit the knife at his feet, rubbing against the ground, making a rough cut

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