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Chapter 47 The ghost hunter is so cruel!
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... g a warning to Irin.
Irin did not hesitate, and leaned over Xiaoyi directly.
hiss—
A breeze passed over Irin's head.
Countless shining silver threads, like waterfalls, and like a piece of flawless satin, were almost rubbed against Irin's scalp.
Each silver thread, as thin as hair, seemed to have life, and formed a silver blade in mid-air, tearing apart the thick fog and swept across the dead tree ten meters in front of Irin.
The thick fog ...
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