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... ssipated.
As the group of three got closer to their destination, the wide road filled with tire tracks gradually revealed other Deserted Village Squads.
Each kept more than a hundred meters apart, wary of each other.
Lin Feng finished the last sip from the bottle, observing those deserters draped in burlap hoods.
Their condition was not good, with most of their figures hunched, bent at the waist, struggling to move forward.
Like those devoted monks on a pi ...
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