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... veloping the entire incinerator with smog, the air pollution index was almost visible to the naked eye.
Feng Mu sniffed, a pungent, indescribable odor pierced his nostrils—it was akin to the stench of rotten corpses scrubbed by toilet cleaner, both foul and scented, turning the stomach.
Wang Jian quickly took out a spare mask and handed it over, saying: "Unpleasant, isn’t it? I couldn’t stand it when I first got here either, but you get used to it after a couple of days. Wearing ...
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