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Ouyang Rong squatted on the edge of a lotus stone platform, his dry lips muttering. His eyes were fixed on the golden lotus lantern in his hand, carefully tightening the knot.,About ten meters away, someone was like a little earthworm climbing a wall, inching their way up with little wriggles.,Ouyang Rong, who had been looking up, suddenly spoke without turning around.。