Sun Dawei’s heart skipped a beat; he hurriedly opened the door to let the person outside in.
The man was Guo Ergou, who lived at the foot of the mountain. He was gasping for air, leaning against the gate, unable to finish a single sentence, his breath coming in ragged, desperate heaves.
A look of sheer terror was plastered on his face; his eyes were wide, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.
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