The warehouse
Anna analyzed, "Judging by the current temperature and environment, as well as the level of spoilage of these meats, the longest storage time for these meats that were harvested and stored here, even with yards of salt, would not be more than a month... In other words, since a month ago, the mine has been forced to stop feeding, so much so that the meat that was originally harvested and brought back has no one to handle it."

Nonetheless, that hunter took a chance and tried. She was a female hunter, with a yellow face and an ordinary-looking, somewhat unremarkable appearance. She pressed her palm to the mad cop's forehead, closed her eyes, and began to cast the spell. After a few moments, she could clearly see her face flush up, sweat spilling out, and her expression becoming painful.

"No... All dead, all dead, evil gods! Gods bless, Gods bless!" The man began desperately kowtowing on his knees, expressing his gratitude to the gods of Mojo, but all but unable to answer Anna's question
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