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... light in his hand, feeling the walls as he walked. Approximately fifty meters ahead, they entered a space that covered over two hundred square meters. Just as everyone was about to step out, Wang Hao suddenly stopped. He said, “Don’t leave this passage yet; wait for me to mark it.”

Everyone watched as Wang Hao used a shovel to make several marks at the entrance of the passage. After marking it, he said, “Alright, come on over now.”

“Brother Hao, are you making these marks because ...

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