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... hroat being slit open, had her head hanging abnormally at ninety degrees to the side.
She wore a black witch robe, clutching a dagger in her hand, her rotting, yellowed, dead-fish-like eyeballs staring at Beichuan Si.
That inexplicably profound gaze made Beichuan Si furrow his brow.
Dark blood oozed from the slit on her neck.
The horrific appearance would likely make anyone scream in fear.
But Beichuan Si, gripping his Jian Ding tightly, leapt from spot an ...
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