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... t birdbrain a hard time!" Tang Ye carelessly glanced at the almost skeletal corpses on the ground, took down something from them that looked like ammunition, and walked out the door, pushing aside the zombies. He didn’t realize that something within him had subtly changed.

Tang Ye got to the stairwell on the first floor, dumped all the stuff he was carrying on the ground. He was going out after Fu Xinkun, and it would be too much trouble to carry more than one gun. He checked the magazin ...

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2. The author has never practiced truth, so he doesn’t know what true cultivation is like.

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