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... and the cold moon hung lonely in the sky.
Lanterns and candle flames dotted the streets, Black Water City was silent, with only the occasional sound of the watchman’s gong echoing from the street corners.
Dong—Dong! Dong! Dong!
"It’s the fourth watch, keep your doors and windows shut tight!"
Above the drum tower, Zhang Kui stood at the highest point, gazing afar, the night breeze gently caressing, slightly fluttering his blue Taoist robe.
Tonight, he was o ...
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