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... sting his chin on one hand, looking up and staring at a thin, narrow crack in the white wall opposite him, from which dried mud had flowed out. He watched for a long time.
"Brother Sanhuo, I've swept another floor. Apart from a few randomly dropped low-level items, there's nothing. Do you have any clues on your end?"
In his mind, Guo Xiaofu's voice came from the account in real-time communication mode.
"No," Huang Yan still stared at the oozing mud, "Not even a shadow of ...
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