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... urned-to-Death Ghost.
He pointed at a courtyard by the side of the road.
"Right here. He hasn't gone far."
Wen Yan looked over in that direction. As he drew closer, he didn't even need a warning—he could already faintly hear sounds that were equal parts wailing and oddly pleasurable.
This courtyard seemed to be a farmhouse inn. When they reached the back door of the kitchen, the chaotic sounds inside grew louder. Peeking in through a small window—
He saw a ...
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