Zheng Qing held the rune gun and walked carefully deep in the deserted forest.

The night was very dark, and the moonlight and starlight mixed together and fell, forming patches of mottled light and shadow in the forest. There was silence all around, no beasts roaring in the distance, no birds chirping in the trees, no insects humming in the bushes, even the leaves seemed to be frozen in the wind, making no rustling sound.

This depressing atmosphere made Zheng Qing unable to help but hold his breath, as if inhaling or exhaling slightly

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