The night was very late, and the light of the city had already covered up the soft twinkling of the stars. Tianmi pulled up her clothes and walked deep into the bamboo forest with her mobile phone in hand.
The dim street lamp stood alone on one side, and Tian Mi timidly pushed aside the messy branches. The dense bamboo leaves are black, like blades exuding cold air, and the ghostly branches are growing crazily and waving like ghost beasts guarding demons, waving at people who break into the forbidden area with their fangs and claws. The stench of the resentful river hit the sensitive and cold-blooded snake, swallowing the letter and violently entering Tian Mi's nose and reaching his lungs. Tian Mi covered his mouth and nose with one hand, pushed aside the blocking branches, and moved forward with difficulty.
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