author:<Bicycle Flying B
state:in the series
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Black gas constantly churned and shifted, eventually transforming into streaks of pitch-black text. Ancient and weathered, it was imbued with the weight of time.,A torrent of mockery, like a tidal wave, crashed down upon Li Wu Xie.,He was covered in dust, his clothes tattered, looking like a beggar. Xu Yilin told him to go back and clean up first.。