"What? My grave?! You!..."

On the hills in summer, the sun shines very warmly, making people feel warm all over. And the three small dirt bumps and potholes are like the homes dug out by the Mexican Min Fox. If you look carefully, the potholes face south and the mounds face north, which is a thoughtful "sit north and face south". And on the soil bag, there are actually three abstract villains drawn, vaguely two big and one small...

The old militiaman Chihuaco was dumbfounded, his eyelids twitched, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He sees

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