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... hand and tapped lightly. His divine power condensed into words, indicating his purpose for coming.
He thought it would be easy to join, but the Poison Marsh God shook his head like a rattle-drum after knowing his purpose.
“No, I can’t make the decision. It’s useless for you to tell me.”
“Then who can call the shots? Can you help me contact him?”
When the Poison Marsh God saw this line of words, he recalled the scene from before and couldn’t help but shiver.
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