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There was even the sound of fingernails scratching the board, and the screams became more miserable and shriller, as if crying blood.
Seems to feel the person's despair.
"Help, help, is there anyone, help me."
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The heavy rain poured down, and the woodcutter hurriedly rushed home, but he seemed to hear something when he walked on the path. Like a little girl's cry.
"Strange, where is the little girl in the wilderness." The honest man w ...
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