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... okcases, and even the screen in the corner all a dark red. The air was thick with a rich, decayed, bloody scent, as if one had abruptly arrived on a battlefield.
Yuan Hong was shocked and pale.
He immediately dashed forward a step, reaching out to support Song Pingzhang’s arching, convulsing back, "Brother Pingzhang, what has happened to you?"
Song Pingzhang’s limbs were violently twitching, his face twisted in agony, and a blackened hand clung desperately to Yuan Hong’s ...
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