Wang Muwu came to the door lightly, the door was not locked, he stretched out his hand and carefully pushed the door open, not wanting the door to be just a false cover, and his hand fell down when he touched the door; Wang Muwu's face turned pale, and he wanted to hold the wooden door, but there was no handle on the door, and he watched the wooden door fall.

There was a muffled "bang", and a wind from the door panel fell down, fanning the mud and dust in the room into a cloud of dust, which looked like a house that had not been lived in for a long time. The eyes of everyone stared nervously at the room, trying to find Mao Zijing's figure in the room.

A gray figure, sitting cross-legged on the bed like a statue, his eyes closed, his whole body almost covered by mud and dust, like a dead corpse that does not decay, motionless, even if the door panel falls

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