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... not move.
The night gradually deepened.
By the time he was ready to leave, four hours had already passed.
Flanders put away his scythe and was ready to leave.
At this moment, he had just taken a step, and the next second, he stopped again.
He closed his eyes and his senses dispersed.
A few seconds later, the smile on Flanders's face reappeared, and the excitement that he had felt just now surged up again.
"An unfamiliar smell. ...
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