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When Mark Five walked into Baituo Mountain alone, it was already late autumn and the red leaves were in full bloom. Kyle V remembered what was going on in the world with Stuart in the old rain porch in Heyangcheng. Stuart often mentioned the red leaves of Baituo Mountain. He said it was the color of boiling blood. When the autumn wind blows, red leaves flow like blood, burning the whole of Shan Ye. Mark five has never felt such madness and impulse in such a silent mountain. He vaguely realized something in the restless red leaves in the mountains, but he was not sure. There is only one way up and down the mountain, and Mark Five walks on the mountain road with confidence. The days in the mountains are always short. If Mark Five wants to live here for four years, he will want to come quickly.
All right. When the sun was about to disappear behind the mountain, Kyle V found a mountain stream. Along the source of the mountain stream, the surrounding shrubs are getting denser and denser. Near the end of the mountain stream, bushes blocked the road ahead. Mark five hacked a road that could be entered sideways with a waist knife and found a burnt-out wooden shed standing in the valley in front of him. Half of the burnt rafters were covered with wet moss. Sad blue-brown looks sad in this maple leaf forest. The setting sun is projected on the three graves on the side, and there are three green slates standing in front of the graves. The grave is already very big. ...
It should be the whole book.