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There is a Biluo River in my hometown.
The river water is black and shiny all year round, like ink.
Standing on the bank and looking down, the dark river water was bottomless, and all he could see was his face that was torn apart by water ripples on the bank.
Anyone who secretly went to the other side never came back.
Those men and women who cross the river will be eaten clean by the monsters in the river.
Therefore, there is a saying in the village rules: The green water rises above the river and the yellow spring falls below. Those who are good at crossing this river will live or die.
Except: marry the bride.
Intention: Dawn will eventually come
