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... iceable. But it was strange. It wasn’t the wind or the sound of leaves. It was a bit like the static sound from the old black and white televisions that Tang Mo heard as a child.


Since the start of the black tower game, all electrical appliances lost their signal. TVs, computers, mobile phones, they all became brick machines. No one would use an electrical appliance at this time, let alone an old-fashioned black and white television.


Tang Mo determined that there was an 8 ...

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