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Green Mountain

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink. I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth. Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives.

The Speaking Pork Trotter · ตะวันออก
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131 Chs

55, The Gambler

Chen Ji watched as Wu Yun slowly retreated into the shadows and disappeared into the Gambling House.

Undeterred by the pouring rain soaking his fur, Wu Yun navigated through the various corners of Hongyi Lane.

He slipped into a backyard and gently lifted a bamboo dustpan to reveal the plump orange cat hiding beneath.

Seeing that it was just an orange cat, Wu Yun was mildly disappointed but still hesitated before asking, "Have you seen any injured humans escaping tonight?"

The fat orange cat lifted its head and meowed in confusion: Huh?

Impatiently, Wu Yun pressed on, "I said, did you see an injured human..."

Confused, the fat orange cat meowed again: Huh?

Wu Yun replaced the bamboo dustpan, "It was superfluous of me to ask you!"

Braving the heavy downpour, he climbed his way up to the highest building of Hongyi Lane, the rooftop of the Golden Workshop.