Thousands of bare winter fir trees are like the feet of centipede corpse, pointing straight to the night sky. The sparse street lamps can only illuminate the brown yellow land, and the air is filled with sweet smell mixed with the smell of soil.
"What is this place?"
Igula glanced at his boots, which were now full of traces of mud. The soles of his boots were sentenced to death on the first day of use.
Not only the fraudsters, but also all of them have changed their clothes, which is required by An Nan - they all put on heavy leather coats, full cover filter masks, and walked in the quiet and uninhabited forest, saying they are not committing crimes