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... ryone, Uncle Wang Yang’s head fell to the ground.
From the cavity of his neck, arterial blood gushed forth, shooting up to the hollow wooden decorations on the first-floor ceiling of Xuni Pavilion, like a massive fountain, splattering countless blood droplets in all directions.
Many of these droplets even splashed onto the faces of the Xuni Pavilion servants and Uncle Wang Yang’s subordinates.
Everyone was stunned.
One of the subordinates standing closest, drenche ...
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