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... lmost the same as hemp rope, with white marks on their black bodies.

Some black people are even more embarrassed. They are wrapped in bark and leaves, revealing their upper bodies, even women.

The town looked at thousands of people, but judging from the houses made of yellow mud or wood and bamboo stacks, this is not like a town at all, but an ancient tribal village.

Of course, this is originally an ancient tribal village, for the people of the 21st century.

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