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... n’t struggle. It will only become tighter if you continue.” Mei Xiang’er’s voice seemed to be coming from around two meters in front of her.
The air around her was cold and humid, seeping into her body. Furthermore, there was a scent of wood paint mixed with the stench of rotten corpse and blood which let her guessed her whereabouts. She stopped struggling and raised her chin ahead. She simply asked, “Why?”
“Why? What do you think?”
“I don’t know.”
Mei Xiang’er sm ...
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