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... the door that was closing. At this moment, the backpack had toppled over, creating some resistance that made the door close on its own not so easily.
Still, the door continued to close at a visibly quick pace.
“Fuck, is this making it hard for me? Should I Rewind?” Yan Junze hesitated.
Just then, he abruptly looked down and saw the small, dead grey arm extending slowly from the crevice of the cracking coffin lid, feeling around the edge of the coffin.
This time, ...
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