The moon is in the middle of the sky.

In the south of Pengyue Mountain, twenty miles away, there is a long strip of dense forest specially left by the wasteland reclamation group.

A thin old man with a gray goatee and a goatee leaned against a big tree and closed his eyes.

After a long while, there was a slight sound of footsteps.

Under the shade of the moonlight tree, a man with a white mask on his face, a black cloak, and a wooden box on his left walked quickly.

The other party's black cloak rolled over, his eyes were indifferent, like a big terrifying bat coming towards him

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