Jiangnan, Anqing.
We started the journey in mid-April, and it is already the height of summer.
Black Spider was still wearing the same black clothes, with his arms and legs tightly wrapped, and a black mask on his face. He looked like a black ghost.
He lay quietly on the tree. The slender branches seemed not to feel his weight and did not even bend, as if there was not a man on top of them, but a big black cat.
As long as Black Spider wants to hide, few people in this world can find him. He is confident that the rainstorm was just an accident, and after absorbing this unexpected experience, he has become even more difficult to find.
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