Mausoleum

It's the end of November, but it's unusually hot, like a stove.

The bus station on the outskirts of Lingcheng is still normal, and this step into Lingcheng is similar to an ant on a pot.

Even Wu Guo, who often talks about "calm and naturally cool", sweated all over his body, glanced at the sun above his head, this heat did not come from above, but from underground, and couldn't help muttering: "This is buried with drought fish!" "Take off the cotton and add the way

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