In the chaos of collapse, the old crazy woman was not afraid of death, and actually came to join in the fun.

She grabbed the pole and used the pickaxe for farm work, and with quick movements dodged the falling stones, came to me and untied the rope that bound me neatly, and instantly rescued me from the torment of pain.

The old madwoman grabbed my hand and said, "Go, follow me, or you'll die, you'll die......

Chapter 47 of "The Fragrance of the Corpse in Phase": The truth is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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