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... s, and wind-like echoes swept past. Countless sounds blended together, as if the Qingfeng Pavilion had been tossed into hot oil like a lump of tofu.
In contrast, the grand hall was deserted and cold. Wei Wuque casually pulled out a chair, poured himself some tea, completely unmoved by the screams that filled the air. He knew that the louder and more agonized the cries, the fewer the deaths.
The true inferno on earth was almost silent.
The dan-role actor on stage had finis ...
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