Shuanglong Ridge is a very dark place even in the daytime.

　　 At night, I can't even see my fingers.

　　 Once, this place belonged to a gathering area of ​​refugees in the wasteland.

　　 But since all the aborigines moved away decades ago, Shuanglongling is the first time it is as lively as it is today.

　　 Like a climbing tiger, climbing on the narrow plank road on the cliff, crowded with people, it can be counted as ten steps per post, five

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