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... ing picked and smashed. It lingered next to everyone’s ears, like the sounds of moving iron chains held in the ghost soldiers’ hands while they prowled across hell. The cultivators, in whom Wu Qi had buried a restrictive spell, were working themselves to the bone, pulling carts after carts of ores from the pits and letting those Yakshas send those to the storehouse in Miao Ying Palace.
A dim candlelight was lit in the dark chamber, casting a pale-green light onto Wu Qi’s twisted face. ...
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