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... the start of the game.
His facial features had been distorted with fear and pain, and then frozen forever by death, pale and twisted like a half-melted wax figure. His dark eyes were staring into the distance in horror, like two gray glass beads.
Mo Yi stepped back, resisting the discomfort in his stomach. He lowered his voice and said to Jiang Yuanbai, “Let’s go, we should head upstairs.”
Jiang Yuanbai also had a sallow expression and nodded unbearably and together with ...
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