The scorched tree stumps are scattered and disorderly dotted in this pale and withered world; grey-white ghost-like existences are squatting on the tree stumps, holding the same fuzzy shakuhachi, playing the song continuously and uninterruptedly. A harsh and mocking music.

Although these shapeless players have vague appearances, based on their general appearance, it can still be judged that they are other missing members of the ogre tribe.

Obviously, at the moment this

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