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... body went limp and he almost fell to the ground. He panted heavily and only then did he feel the cold sweat on his forehead flowing down his face and dripping down.
It was like walking back and forth in front of the gates of Hell just now.
“No, I can’t stay here any longer. I have to, have to leave this place as soon as possible…”
Having just escaped from the hands of the ghost, he did not even have the time to reflect on what had just happened.
Yang Jian hurried ...
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