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... overed in blood, lifeless.
Sixteen-year-old Mu Han, with a face full of bloody tears, clutched his mentor’s corpse and shouted at Xi Ge, who was severely injured, to run quickly.
The wooden house behind them had long collapsed, and the herbs spilled on the ground had been stained red with blood.
In front of them stood a man in a black robe, exuding a murderous aura, looking at them coldly.
"Who exactly are you? We have no grudge against you; why do you do this?" X ...
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