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... seven or eight bulging burlap sacks. By the cart, a man in his forties—dressed in a grayish-white linen top and light blue pants—was desperately swinging a pitchfork-like weapon to protect a young boy and girl behind him, trying to drive back the monster before them!
Fang Zhen squeezed the handbrake, pulled a pair of tactical binoculars from the side pocket of the backpack on his bike, and raised them to his eyes to observe the monsters.
There were two humanoid monsters. Their bo ...
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