The little black dog led the way as he looked back, as if beckoning me to follow closely.

Filled with doubts, I followed it along the path to the deserted village.

At night, the village was dark, and I had been to this place several times.

At this time, when I walked inside alone at night, I didn't have much fear in my heart, but this ......

Chapter 33 of "The God of Disaster after the 90s" The dog who can write numbers is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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