The black and yellow maggots wrirm dormantly in the gloom below.

Yutian hung in the air, holding the dangling rope in one hand and the illuminating lamp in the other, swaying back and forth.

Staring at the swarm below, in a trance, you will even see a big face wriggling there, every muscle has its own thoughts, laughing strangely, scolding strangely, staring at you fiercely at a certain moment, as if to carve you into its depths.

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