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At the end of December, there were still about twenty days until the New Year.
Winter had already set in.
After several snowfalls, the temperature had plummeted, and the icy winds cut to the bone.
The weather was very cold; people's breath formed white mists, and the roads were covered with snow, with few human figures in sight.
An army green figure appeared at the entrance of a dilapidated village.
Lin Weiguo had finally found the place following his comrade's address.
It was snowing heavily, the accumulation on the road made it particularly difficult to walk.
It was fortunate that his physical condition was robust.
After entering the village, Lin Weiguo went straight to the Captain.
After explaining his purpose, he noticed that the old man and several others had slightly stiff expressions.
Yu Gen's comrade was looking for Kuwa, stirring unease among the villagers...
Lin Weiguo's eyelids twitched, "Is there a problem?"
The problem was indeed a big one.
