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... he thick white mist rolled like the sea and the tide.
In the fog, the withered forest was rustling.
Crack ... Crack ... &Quot;
A muffled sound of chewing came out, and the cold smell of blood spread out. Hunchbacked figures stood under the branches, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. They were like half-chopped tree stumps, lingering in the passing forest, wandering and not being able to be driven away.
As if they had heard some movement, all the ...
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Chapter 39: Scripts (8/8)
Chapter 509 (END) - Ending
Chapter 141.3: Part 3: Conclusion
