C135 Black Cat

Jiang Yunshan's face trembled.

Through Xia Nan's guidance, he saw that on the wasteland inside this broken gate, there was indeed a faint footprint.

The print, measured by the palm of his hand, was between thirty-eight and forty yards, and there was a small square pit in the dirt at the heel, which looked as if it had been made by a woman's high heels.

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