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Wang Weilin propped up a cover of the well. The soft mud beneath her feet made it difficult for her to get up, and the pungent smell from her feet made its way into her nose.

His throat was violently rolling, but at this moment, there was nothing that could be spit out.

In the last two hours, she had vomited all the food in her stomach.

The town had been turned into hell