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... ed, a damp, moldy smell rushed at them, extremely unpleasant, like the scent of beer after long-term fermentation. Except for Mu Sheng, who was caught off guard, the rest held their breath in advance.

A little mouse scurried along the stone-paved path on the ground, running up to a large pile of boxes, rustling and searching for something.

"Auction items are arranged here?"

Not to mention Mu Sheng didn't believe it, even Dongfang Minghui, who was originally full of confid ...

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