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This was a world entirely constructed by simple brush strokes.
When Song Lan and Xinyue left the pit, they found everything on the surface was completely unrecognizable. Under the delineation of these minimalist lines, its original contours were now indecipherable.
The eyes that had been above their heads were gone, leaving only boundless darkness.
In a daze, Xinyue quickly lost sight of him.
What was strange was that, in this pitch-dark environment, he could still see clearly the path ahead and the twisted figures scattered throughout this world.
Once caught by these twisted figures, one would be torn into pieces. The distorted facial features on their faces were trophies taken from their victims.
Song Lan couldn't remember when he had come to know of this setting, but in order to leave this bizarre world, he knew he had to struggle for survival here.
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Once again, footsteps were approaching from a distance.
