Wu Xiaode climbed out of the grotto.

The walls were slippery, hard, and icy.

The whirring mountain wind blows.

Wu Xiaode heard a scream.

Not far away, a deceased who had also just emerged from the grotto did not stand firm, rolled down the rock wall, hit a large rock, and flew out of the cliff.

He fell into the depths of darkness.

"What kind of ending will that person have?" Wu Xiaode asked.

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