C1184 There Is a Killer in the Wasteland

Ouyang Xie never looked down on the countryside bumpkins just because he was born in a wealthy family, because he knew very well that even if his family had thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, it was still a business built by the common people.

With a clattering sound, a farm car with black smoke coming out of it drove past them, carrying a sickening smell.

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