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Hundreds of thousands of green silk threads are all used to survive the disaster, and a body of chaos alone is honored. When the hair is gone, the sky will be silent, pointing to me as the door holding the sky and the earth. Mo Yan is bald and has no growth, so he dares to teach gods and demons to bow their heads. Trampling mountains and rivers to chase the sun and moon, losing hair is like a trend-setter.