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Jingyang's breathing quickened, he looked at his own palm in disbelief, his gaze following upward...,Jingyang's head was in a whirl, he just wanted to escape this pile of corpses as quickly as possible. He used his hands and feet, slipping several times, his legs going soft, squeezing through the towering, messy grass, trying to climb out.,A strand of soft hair, unique to children, drifted in Jingyang's afterglow.。