"Whew-whew-"

The cold wind was constantly blowing in the face, penetrating the skin with a slight pain.

"Hmm......" Wu Jiu opened his eyes in confusion, only to see that it was pitch black all around, and he could no longer see anything except dead wood and stones.

"Where is this?"

Wu Jiu barely stood up, and the pain in her heart forced her to frown.

"Hiss......"

She looked down and saw where she still had the slightest sense of normality.

The wounded arm was covered with a thick layer of ash, like a bright red roasted sausage sprinkled with cumin.

Some of the smaller wounds had already scabbed, and there was a faint suppuration around them......

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