"This is..." Jiang Cheng, who was running ahead, stopped and looked up ahead with slightly squinted eyes. In the layers of fog, a huge shadow stood tall.
"This is an ancient banyan tree." Huang Hui's uneasiness reached a critical point, but she still persisted.
A man hangs from the ancient banyan tree.
Once, twice, three times... The person hanging on the ancient banyan tree swings back and forth, but now there is no wind at all.
In order to see clearly, the three of them gradually approached the ancient banyan tree.
"It's Xiaowen." After seeing the clothes of the person hanging on the tree, Huang Hui exclaimed: "She was still jumping around just now, how could she be dead?"
The screams of injustice suddenly stopped and everything became silent, but all the faces on the trees were still twisted in pain...
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