On that flat land, there was a two-storey house, standing in the darkness, and the reason why I couldn't see it just now was because its perimeter was completely occupied by black creepers.

The leaves are larger than the average creeper, and the color is as black as ink, and this kind of thing seems to have absorbed a strong resentment, and before it is completely close, it exudes a cold chill.

"This is the Ding family's house?"

I looked at the darkened house, tattered, dark, and overrun by a dense crowd of creepers, like a scarred beast bound up.

It can't break free from the shackles, so it can only be forced to wait there, day after day.

"It turns out that in your eyes, what you see is this house.

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