"What's going on? What tripped me up?"
Qiu Guokai covered his forehead and struggled to get up. He quickly lowered his head and looked around on the ground. However, although this section of the forest land was a gentle slope, it was covered with thick larch needles. The road surface was loose and soft, and there were no obstacles at all.
Director Wang behind him hurried over to help him up, and was puzzled as to how his investor could have a black eye on his forehead after hitting the road: "Mr. Qiu, are you okay? How could you have fallen so badly?"
The many Taoist priests present did not pay much attention to Qiu Guokai's experience. They all looked at the forest ahead with serious faces.
In the mountains and forests, the whistling mountain wind has not yet stopped, and all that can be heard is the sound of rustling leaves.
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