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... s, and baleful mists churned around him. Countless vengeful spirits and aggrieved souls formed within the mist, as if he were a ghost king straight from the hells of the Netherworld.
“You fled in terror?” said the man in Daoist robes, his sharp voice stinging the ears.
The ghost bats hanging from the nearby peach trees silently opened their eyes. Their irises were bright red, like blazing candles. Packed together beneath the canopy, they were an eerie, imposing sight.
“Th ...
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