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The setting sun reflected off the red clouds.

Mount Mang's Foot.

The four or five corpses were entangled by the thick vines at their wrists. The vines had penetrated through their chests, and they were now in different postures. Bright red blood flowed down the vines like a stream, soaking the stairs.

At the side