Marcel shook her head: "For so many years, the girl sacrificed to the River God has never come back."
Preston Chen sighed: "It seems that we have to find another way. Marcel, can you walk?"
Marcel stood up, rubbed her wrists, and nodded: "It can be done."
"There must be another way here. I'll take a look."
While the two were talking, Preston Chen suddenly felt something beating in his chest. He was startled and thought that some insect in the muddy water had crawled into his clothes. When he reached out and touched it, he felt that what was moving was a small bamboo tube.
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