C1704 Mastering words to assist xuanzang

The dungeon, the dark dungeon.

Grief, lamentation, and death were everywhere.

Under the dim light, it was hard to tell whether the stinky liquid on the ground was excrement, blood, or sewage.

Who would have thought that under the flourishing Chang'an City, there was actually such an evil and dark side to it?

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I walked on steps that were almost rotten, one step at a time