The sun rises from the top of the mountain, and it's daytime again. The pixelated red lanterns in front of the small village of Zhizhi go out, and the Zhizha people disappear.
Tang Shui leaned against the window and observed the situation outside.
She has been trapped in this small village for a long time.
This flat village looks safe and harmless, and even the night is much calmer than other dungeons, but this is a four-star dungeon after all.
She saw with her own eyes a player who went out at night. Before he could take a few steps, he was torn into pieces by paper tatters, and he didn't even have time to make a sound.
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