There's nothing nice about a dead tree, it's just a normal withered tree.

There is nothing to see in the well, throw a stone down, less than three seconds, there is a sound of stones colliding with stones, the depth is estimated to be about eight meters, the well is dry.

Holding a white paper umbrella dyed red by blood and rain, Jiang Xiaobai stood at the foot of the thirteenth steps, looked at the steps, squinted his eyes, stepped out, and walked directly up two steps.

In folk customs, people walk up the stairs step by step.

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