racing, thinking about how much resources he had used and how much effort he had put in, only to end up with nothing in the end. What should he doHow can this loss be compensatedAll that he had been...Chen Guo, with no return valley.

The mist permeates the year, day and night... Rumors of ghost stories abound.

The valley was peaceful and quiet, especially tonight with a few stars shining in the sky. The wooden house stood by the clear stream, and a sense of tranquility flowed quietly through it.

"Woof woof woof!"

The old dog suddenly barked.

The clamour disturbed the night, and ripples spread across the clear stream. The moon's reflection was fragmented on the water.

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The valley woke up.

A rocking chair sat in front of the wooden house, and an old man with white hair was dozing on it.

"What's the fuss about" he mumbled grumpily, his eyes still closed.

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"Boss, it's me."

A young man with long hair and blood-red eyes broke through the light night, quickly walking to the elder's side.

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Woof woof woof!

The old yellow dog in the corner barked at him several times, looking quite fierce.

Unfortunately, the old bones were so tired, they lacked any sense of intimidation.

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That's just because this "newcomer" wouldn't dare to contradict it.

An old man sitting on a bench opened his eyes and looked: “Oh, little snake.”

Fang Huerling had long been accustomed to it. with only an urgent letter and a single sentence arriving.The matter concerns Jing Guo Zhao Xuan Yang, who is said to be the perpetrator of a great magical crime.Let me know if you have any other tex...