The moonlight is dim, there is a strong miasma surging in the mountains at night, and in the depths of the jungle, wild boars scatter and flee from time to time, startling a group of resting pheasants, which adds a bit of horror to the originally gloomy atmosphere.

In the deep jungle, Zhao Hui and I were like cunning cheetahs, clinging to the ground and passing through, and because of the hidden talisman activated on our bodies, the places we passed did not attract the attention of too many animals.

In such a hurry......

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