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... the hollow, and the dust was flying.
The skinny spiders were busy repairing the tattered cobwebs, and the shady haunted house gained a rare sense of warmth and light.
“Hey…that’s all…that’s all…I’ll make peace with it as soon as it comes.”
Sighing 888 times, Ziyu endured weakness and hunger, struggled to get up from the haystack, and leaned against the refreshing broken wall.
Opposite her was a corpse wrapped in two rolls of straw mat. One of the exposed feet was ...
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