It was pitch black, and in the long tunnel, where you couldn't see your fingers, there was only a little light that wanted to be drowned in the darkness.

Zooming in closer, that little bit of light is the light of the torch, and the torch is held in the hands of the shopkeeper, and in the flickering firelight, two faces with different expressions are reflected. ...

Chapter 282 of "Against the Sky and the Gods" traces appear in the depths of the West Mountain is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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