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"Crack …" "Kacha …"

A bug might nibble on a layer of salt slowly, but what about hundreds of them nibbling together? The two of them, whose hearts had been squeezed and deformed, slowly moved forward through the tunnel left behind by the insect army.

After Chen Chuntao walked out of the salt tunnel, she lay on the ground panting as she looked at the palm-sized crack left on the ground