Mr. Hu was lying on the mattress, looking sick. I heard that the leprosy that broke into the town last night was beaten by a large group of people in the town for more than an hour. He's dead. The bodies were dumped in a grave in the mountains behind the town and buried indiscriminately. A leper died when he died, and few people cared. I was a little sad, and my eyes were fixed on the direction of the mountain behind me. I want to know, that leprosy...

Chapter 103 of "The Journey Between the Guests" Coming Back to God! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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