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... bothered to keep holding onto that Taoist and immediately picked up his phone to call his wife.
However, after a long time, no one answered on the other end.
His expression gradually shifted from disbelief to pain and contortion.
At this moment, the Ghost Bottle in Nathan White’s hand moved once again.
Perhaps it was because it heard its mother was planning to kill it with the Taoist, the previously curled-up Benson Woods inside the bottle was now standing up, an ...
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