Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 883 Victory and Shame

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Dead, dead?

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Everyone in the ancient mansion opened their eyes wide and looked at the dead body on the third floor that was nailed to the wall with a long spear, and their faces showed a bit of unbelievable shock.

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"Liu Baimu was killed? This is not a joke, right?"

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"A person like this can't last a few seconds in front of Yang Jian?"

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"The coffin nails, Liu Baimu's coffin nails are nailed, this Yang Jian just threw the coffin nails out, how dare he."

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This white-haired young man seems to be called Liu Baimu. He has a relatively high status among this group of people, but his loss made everyone in the ancient house panic for a while. It seems that no one thought it would be such a start.

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The collision of the supernatural is not the one who has the most people can win, but to see who can fully exert the power of the supernatural and not die from the resuscitation of the ghost.

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So killing a top ghost rider first can affect the whole situation.

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After Yang Jian nailed that Liu Baimu to death, he didn't even take a second glance. He knew that this guy was dead. After all, there was no possibility of turning over after being nailed to the coffin. Even he couldn't stop this attack.

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He kept walking and walked straight to the person in front of him.

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"Get rid of Yang Jian, if he doesn't die, all of us will die." The brief panic did not make them lose their ability to resist.

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Various supernatural phenomena appeared beside Yang Jian.

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While running, Yang Jian felt something behind him pulling his body, the aura was cold and terrifying, like a ghost hovering around his body.

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But his face was the same as usual, the shadows shrouded him under his feet, and he forcibly broke free from the restraint of some kind of ghost.

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"What are you kidding?"

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In front of him, a man in his thirties opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Jian with a ghostly look.

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He even doubted whether the supernatural power had interfered with Yang Jian, but it had no effect at all.

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You must know that even a real ghost can procrastinate for a while.

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"Not good." The man panicked and turned around to escape.

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But the next moment, he felt that his body was rapidly losing consciousness. He stumbled and fell directly to the ground. An icy black shadow was eroding his body, depriving him of his control over it.

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"Help, help..."

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Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he shouted for help.

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But the next moment, he saw Yang Jian lift his foot down.

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boom!

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His whole body was shaken, and his head suffered severe pain, and then his consciousness fell into a coma, and he could no longer wake up.

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"Dare to take part in this battle even after controlling a ghost, do you really think that you didn't die fast enough?" Yang Jian snorted coldly, kept walking, and went straight to the next one.

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"Damn, came after me?" A man in a wheelchair changed his face in fright and wanted to leave in a hurry.

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But it was too late.

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A blackened palm of Yang Jian directly grabbed his neck and lifted him from the wheelchair, red light flashed in his dark pupils.

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As soon as the ghost hand's suppression was completed, half of the man's body actually fell off his body.

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The half of his body seemed to be spliced ​​to his body, it didn't belong to a living person, it was like it was cut from a corpse.

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"Crack!"

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Without giving him any chance, his neck was cut off, and then he planned to kill the third Ghost Rider.

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But at this time, Yang Jian's footsteps stopped.

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He looked down slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he immediately saw that his feet were being hugged by a corpse with a disheveled hair and a rotting body.

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He tried to struggle, but he couldn't move, his feet seemed to be rooted, and as the incident passed, this sense of loss of control continued to spread.

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"Yang Jian, don't be too self-righteous."

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A woman in her early twenties, wearing a thick down jacket, stared at him: "No matter how powerful you are, you are only one person, so why don't you take us seriously?"

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"You are very good."

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Yang Jian turned to look at her, and the red light in his eyes became more and more obvious.

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"I don't need you to praise me." The woman said coldly.

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Yang Jian said, "You misunderstood. I'm not complimenting you. I said you were very good, but it was a little troublesome to kill. It doesn't mean that I can't kill you."

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After speaking, he raised his hand.

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At this moment.

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On the third floor, the golden spear that nailed Liu Baimu to death was pulled out by a blackened ghost hand, and then fell from the upstairs.

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The woman raised her head and looked up, and was immediately horrified: "Quick, kill Yang Jian, Fang Tong, what are you doing?"

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"coming."

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A relatively short, but very strong man came straight forward with gritted teeth. Although he was frightened, he did not flinch.

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This person is called Fang Tong, and his code name is Ghost Hitman.

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Although he only controlled a ghost, this is a mortal murder rule.

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As long as he is hit by him, the living will surely die.

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This kind of supernatural origin comes from Liao Fan's ghost taxi, because he used to be the owner of an auto repair shop. After contacting the ghost taxi, he was infected by some kind of supernatural power. He was supposed to die, but he survived, relying on Pendulum Clock Curse.

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In other words, he was the ghost taxi driver.

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But the next moment.

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A man with a dead face stood in front of Yang Jian.

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"Do you really think we don't exist?"

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Feng Quan grinned, his voice was low, like a dead person buried in a grave.

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boom!

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The next moment, he was knocked out by Fang Tong.

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After rolling around on the ground several times, he stood up like a normal person.

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Dirt was scattered all over the ground, and there was a large dent in the hit chest. There was no living human body in it, only the bones of the white, and the internal organs and muscles were all made of wet soil. .

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"not dead?"

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The man named Fang Tong stared at Feng Quan in disbelief.

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"I have three ghosts under my control, how can you kill me in one fell swoop?"

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Feng Quan's face was a little grim, he felt a dizziness and severe pain, this pain did not come from the body, it seemed to torment his consciousness.

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It seems that this guy can knock the consciousness of a living person away from his body, which is almost like that ghost taxi.

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A terrible attack.

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As for the other people in the team, the collision was already dead.

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Yang Jian glanced at Feng Quan, and the cracked spear had already fallen.

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"stop it now."

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The woman ran over to grab the thing.

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Once this supernatural weapon falls into Yang Jian's hands, there is really no chance at all.

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"Is there a chance?"

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The woman was apprehensive, and in her eyes there was only the long spear that kept falling in the air.

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If you can take it away, maybe you can kill Ghost Eye Yang Jian here.

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This is an opportunity.

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Under the desperate situation of life and death, this woman burst out with unimaginable decisiveness and courage. At this moment, she has already thought about pulling the life and death of herself and Yang Jian to the balance to see who is better.

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"Caught."

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next moment.

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The falling spear was snatched by this woman first. She grabbed the spear and felt a dreamy feeling for a while.

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"good."

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Yang Jian couldn't move, was restricted, and watched the spear being taken away with a calm gaze.

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"Go to hell."

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The woman shouted hoarsely, and she swung this strange weapon at Yang Jian's head.

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But the next moment, something unexpected happened.

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The terrifying hatchet capable of dismembering Li Gui was easily held by one of his hands before it landed on Yang Jian.

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"How could this happen?" The woman was stunned for a while.

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Why is this supernatural object so blunt? Can't even cut through human skin?

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"That's not how knives are used. If you don't trigger the medium, this thing is scrap metal."

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Yang Jian's voice was cold, and he grabbed the spear and pulled it hard.

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A powerful force made the woman almost unable to grasp the weapon in her hand, so she let go, and because of her inertia, she also stumbled towards Yang Jian.

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"Liu Yue, be careful, stay away from him."

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Someone else rushed over nearby, hugged the woman named Liu Yue, and stepped back frantically.

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"It's a pity, I obviously already got that magical weapon from Yang Jian." Liu Yue gritted his teeth in remorse.

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She shouldn't bet, she can kill Yang Jian with a single bet.

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If you can get the supernatural item and immediately retreat, and then find a way to use this supernatural weapon to carry out the next attack, then this Yang Jian will definitely die here.

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But now, the best chance is gone.

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"How naive, the chance you thought was just the one I gave you." Yang Jian's tone was indifferent, and the shadows under his feet covered the surroundings.

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"I never felt that you were a threat from the beginning to the end, and my supernatural weapon is not something that can be used in my hand."

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Media trigger.

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Yang Jian held the spear forward a little, understatement, and didn't even touch anyone in front of him.

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But the next moment.

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The woman named Liu Yue froze instantly, and there was a blood-red crack between her eyebrows.

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"Pfft!"

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Immediately, her expression was stunned, and she fell to the ground with dull eyes.

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There is no breath.

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Only a pool of scarlet blood dripped from the eyebrows.

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Yang Jian touched the split forehead, the wound was slowly healing under the influence of the ghost.

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"You came to rescue her. It seems that you have a good relationship. In that case, let's take you on the road together."

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The spear stood at his feet, and the part that belonged to the coffin nails pierced the Specter who hugged his feet.

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Pressed to form.

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Li Gui fell asleep, and Yang Jian resumed his actions again.

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The man who rescued Liu Yue was terrified at the moment, and he no longer had the courage to fight.

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How long has it been before and after.

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Yang Jian killed Liu Baimu, Liu Yue, and Zhang Qing in a wheelchair. Counting the unlucky guy who was trampled to death, there were already four of them.

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Fang Tong, codenamed Ghost Crash, isn't dead yet, but soon.

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At this moment, the man named Fang Tong has been captured by Feng Quan, and he is burying him in an abrupt old grave little by little.

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Unable to struggle, only a head was outside, showing a pair of frightened eyes.

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And aside from here, other people are also carrying out their own spiritual confrontation.

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"Xu Ming, Xu Ming."

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A man named Xu Ming was sweating profusely at the moment, and he was stared at by a strange child in a shroud.

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That child is like a ghost baby in the starving ghost incident in Dachang City.

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As soon as he started, he saw with his own eyes the child opened his mouth and called out the person's name. A person named Liu Yu just turned his head, and then the person died. The corpse is still lying there motionless.

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Now, this ghost child is calling his name again.

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"Xu Ming, Xu Ming?"

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Guitong stood in front of Xu Ming, raised his head, looked at him blankly, and kept repeating his name.

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Strangely, the person who was speaking was clearly in front of him, but the voice came from behind.

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Xu Ming tried to use the supernatural power he controlled to fight against this ghost child.

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However, it is useless to despair.

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The shroud worn by the dead seemed to have resisted the supernatural attack, making him powerless.

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"That's right, there's nothing wrong with it. This must be Liao Fan's ghost calling, Li ghost calling people can't turn back, or they will die if they turn back."

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Xu Ming recalled at this moment, this ghost child's strange power is the same as Liao Fan's ghost calling.

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Thinking that Liao Fan had died in Yang Jian's hands, it was not difficult to guess.

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Ghost shouts people are controlled by this little thing.

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"Why is this happening? Liao Fangui only used his abilities a few times when he shouted, but this kid stared at me and kept shouting."

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Xu Ming found that the more the ghost boy called his name, the more he couldn't help but turn around.

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Wouldn't this thing not revive the Specter?

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"Escape."

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However, Xu Ming gritted his teeth and turned around to escape into the depths of the ancient house.

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Only in this way would he have a chance.

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When he moved, the ghost boy also moved. No matter how fast he ran, the ghost boy always followed him and called his name from behind.

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At last.

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Xu Ming couldn't resist this kind of supernatural power, so he couldn't help but look back.

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"No, it's not good."

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He realized that something was wrong and wanted to stop his uncontrolled behavior.

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But it was already too late. This glance made him trigger the law of mortal murder.

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Xu Ming was directly planted on the ground.

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Guitong stood beside his corpse and looked at him with his head tilted slightly: "Xu Ming. Xu Ming."

It's still shouting.

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He even squatted down and pushed Xu Ming's body with his small hand.

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But Xu Ming was already dead, and the corpse didn't respond.

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After squatting for a while, the ghost boy stood up again: "Qin Zhifeng, Qin Zhifeng..."

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It walked barefoot, called another person's name, and ran all the way.

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"Woooo!"

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At the same time, Tong Qian's grimace was crying, the cry echoed in the quiet ancient house, and then returned as an echo.

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The speed of the echoes in the ancient house seems to be surprisingly fast.

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In just a few moments, the echo has been superimposed three layers.

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"Get rid of this grimacing Tong Qian, you can't let him continue to cry, the echo superimposes this kind of supernatural power..." Some people cried and reminded others in horror.

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But before he finished speaking, he froze in place with a sad expression on his face.

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At this moment, a supernatural phenomenon appeared beside Tong Qian.

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A reflection appeared on the ground.

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It was a terrifying ghost figure. The ghost figure on the ground was entangled with Tong Qian's reflection, and was tearing up Tong Qian in the reflection.

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soon.

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Tong Qian's face changed suddenly, he felt the pain of tearing, cracking and bleeding on his skin.

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The most disturbing thing was that his cries couldn't interfere with the ghost on the ground killing his own reflection.

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"Let the shadow disappear to avoid being attacked by ghosts." Xiong Wenwen reminded loudly at this moment.

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This sentence is equivalent to stating the law of killing ghosts.

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"let me help you."

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Huang Ziya had come to Tong Qian's side at this moment, her long dark and thick hair hung down and draped over Tong Qian's body, covering his body and blocking the reflection under his feet.

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The ghost figure that appeared on the ground lingered beside Tong Qian, who was covered in thick black hair. If he wanted to attack, he had to peel off that hair little by little.

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Huang Ziya immediately felt that the hair on her back was being pulled a little bit.

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But she also controlled another ghost.

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next moment.

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A vague ghost figure stood on her back, stretched out her thin and slender arms and hugged Huang Ziya and Tong Qian together.

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This is a ghost hugging a person. The Specter controlled by Huang Ziya can strangle a living person to death, or hug himself to form the protection of Specter and block other supernatural damage.

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Immediately, the feeling of the hair being tugged stopped abruptly.

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The attack could no longer work, and was blocked by Huang Ziya abruptly.

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The grimace was crying, the voice echoed,

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"Little brat, do you think you didn't die fast enough?" a vicious man growled lowly.

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This Xiong Wenwen prevented himself from killing Tong Qian.

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next moment.

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Xiong Wenwen's reflection appeared strangely on the ground again.

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Li Gui, who was beside Tong Qian, turned to Xiong Wenwen.

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"Damn, bully my father Xiong?" Xiong Wenwen was startled, and hurriedly took out a bamboo tube and drew a lot.

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pregnancy!

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A distorted font is written on the bamboo stick.

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Immediately.

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The reflection of Xiong Wenwen that appeared on the ground disappeared quickly, as if it was affected by something, the reflection was obscured and could not be presented.

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"Damn it." The vicious man wanted to kill someone in anger at this time.

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There is no doubt that this Xiong Wenwen is a supernatural item in his hand, which can protect himself from other supernatural beings.

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"Hurry up and die, this is already Tong Qian's fifth wave of crying."

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Xiong Wenwen was still mocking and raised a middle finger.

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"Woooo."

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The echo echoed back from the ancient house, and formed a fifth superposition with the crying from Tong Qian's grimace.

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This time, the cry seemed to have reached a certain critical point.

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Moment.

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Someone fell to the ground while crying.

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One, two, three, four... A total of four ghost riders died instantly.

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The vicious man was among them, and he fell to his death in tears.

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But in an inconspicuous place, two ghost riders desperately tried to break open a dilapidated door.

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When they fought just now, they had their eyes on the new ghost rider named Li Yang.

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Two-on-one, there is no reason to lose.

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Sure enough.

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Li Yang escaped.

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He escaped into an inconspicuous small room in the ancient house, and then the wooden door was closed and could not be opened again.

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Obviously, the wooden board has fallen off, and the incomplete wooden door has no response at all no matter how hard it is hit.

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Moreover, the supernatural power can't be affected.

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A flimsy door seemed to cut off everything.

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"I thought it was a newcomer who could bully him, but I didn't expect this guy to be so stubborn that he wouldn't come out after hiding. The situation in the hall doesn't seem right. Let's not waste time here, check the situation, and withdraw if the situation is wrong."

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A man blocking the door looked uneasy.

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The fights against the Ghost Riders are all tragic.

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They chased Li Yang over because they didn't want to get involved in the melee, lest they die in an inexplicable spirit.

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"It makes sense." Another person agreed.

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They didn't want to spend time with Li Yang here.

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But when they were about to leave, the broken wooden door creaked open again.

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It was dark inside, and only a vague figure could be seen standing there.

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"Ok?"

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A man was immediately alert, but then he looked panicked.

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A huge pulling force came from the door behind him.

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"Damn it, this Li Yang, he not only controlled a ghost." After reacting, he wanted to resist, but it was too late.

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This person was instantly sucked into the door.

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"boom!"

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The old wooden door was closed, and it was quiet inside.

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"Open the door for me."

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Another person wanted to save, but after hitting it, he still couldn't shake the crumbling wooden door.

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After several collisions, the result was the same as before, but I couldn't rush in to save my friend.

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But he didn't wait for him to try.

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The strange cry echoed in the aisle.

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This cry has always existed before, but it didn't feel like it, it seemed to have little effect, but this time it was very wrong.

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There were tears in the corners of this man's eyes, and a sad look appeared on his face.

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"How could I do this? This cry..." He reached out and touched his tears.

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Then his expression froze.

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There was no movement.

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"Crench."

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The dilapidated door opened again and bumped into this man.

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He fell to the ground with a thud, already a stiff corpse.

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In the room, Li Yang's figure appeared, but the person who was pulled in just now disappeared without a trace. Then his expression changed, he hid in the room again, and closed the door.

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This cry is already the sixth wave.

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It is impossible for the ghost rider to control two ghosts to stop it.

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It has been possible to kill almost everyone below the captain level.

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The sixth wave of crying echoed in the ancient house, which had become a source of terror.

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No one can survive this cry.

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Even Yang Jian felt a little surprised.

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Fortunately, he has become an alien now, and this kind of killing rule cannot be directed against him. Otherwise, all the ghost riders here may be killed by Tong Qian.

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"Hurry up, it's enough, it's too dangerous, I feel like I've been affected." Feng Quan struggled and walked out of the old tomb.

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But after he walked out, the old grave was still there.

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There is a person buried inside.

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A ghost rider named Wan Tong, codenamed Ghost Hit People.

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Tong Qian used her laughter to balance her surroundings so that her teammates were not attacked. Otherwise, Feng Quan and Huang Ziya would all be killed.

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Xiong Wenwen was not affected. He drew a life lottery and would not be killed by supernatural powers within ten minutes.

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This made him stand in the middle of the hall without fear.

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"Is it dead?"

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Tong Qian stopped crying. He glanced at the crumbling corpses in the hall.

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It seemed that there were no strangers standing besides a few of them.

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"It looks similar to the predicted result."

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At this moment, Yang Jian strode back carrying a corpse, the spear in his hand was still standing beside him, and a Specter was nailed under it.

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"The pendulum clock curse is nothing more than that. Although it is indeed a little dangerous, it is within the range that can be handled outside." Feng Quan nodded.

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Xiong Wenwen said: "This is all due to your father Xiong. Without my foreknowledge, Tong Qian would have died, and I would have died soon after, and if the white-haired guy killed us first, we would have to lose money. Losing three people, the ending will be another one, and it is really possible to be destroyed by the group."

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"Those people really know how to pick a place. This place can't use the ghost realm." Feng Quan was somewhat restricted and was very upset.

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Yang Jian raised his head and looked into the depths of the old house: "It's not that it can't be used, it's being interfered with. This kind of interference is very strange. It's not suppressing or affecting, but the ghost realm can't affect certain parts of the old house."

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But Xiong Wenwen was right.

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If it wasn't foretold, if three people were damaged, the result would indeed be different.

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But this is not entirely true.

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Because Yang Jian still had reservations, he didn't try his best.

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"But I finally won." Huang Ziya breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

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Although the process looks easy, I can feel the thrill of it afterward.

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Yang Jian frowned, what he wanted to say.

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But at this time, a bell sounded from somewhere deep in the ancient house.

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This is the sound of the pendulum clock.

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It seems that at a certain point in time, the pendulum clock is striking.

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"Not right."

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As soon as the bell rang, Yang Jian felt something he couldn't tell.

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"It's not right, you see, the bodies of those ghost riders are disappearing..."

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Suddenly, Huang Ziya pointed at the crying corpse not far away and said uneasy.

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yes.

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In the quiet hall, the corpses of the Ghost Riders they had just killed were disappearing.

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They disappeared together with the ghosts in their bodies.

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It seems that it has been erased by something more terrifying.

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"It's impossible. Even if the sound of a bell can affect a corpse, it can't affect a ghost."

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Feng Quan guessed that there was something wrong with the bell, but he didn't believe that ghosts would also be affected by the bell.

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Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, he seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

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It was the pocket watch that Wang Chaling gave him before he came.

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He said that the time of the pocket watch is the same as the time in the ancient house.

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But now.

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The time on the pocket watch indicated that it was exactly six o'clock.

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But now, as the bell rang, the time on the pocket watch was rapidly going backwards.

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Five fifty, five forty, five thirty-five...

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"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

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The sound of the pendulum clock sounded and stopped at 5:30.

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At this point in time, Yang Jian and the others were still walking on the street outside the ancient house, and did not enter the ancient house~www.readwn.com~You, you are... Yang Jian? "

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Suddenly.

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In the depths of the ancient house, several people were walking into the hall, one of them was pushing a wheelchair with a look of shock on his face.

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The few people next to him are also very familiar.

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They are all ghost riders who were killed before.

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"What a joke." Yang Jian's face was a little ugly at this moment.

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The time on the pocket watch is 5:30.

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But the actual time is exactly six o'clock.

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Half an hour was erased by the pendulum clock, as if back to half an hour ago.

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"Reboot..."

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Feng Quan also gritted his teeth at this moment, his expression a little grim.

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"How is this possible?" Huang Ziya and Tong Qian were also shocked.

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The person who had just killed appeared in front of him and others again, how could he not be shocked.

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Xiong Wenwen couldn't help but scolded: "You are cheating, they are cheating, how can they play like this? Isn't this bullying? My father Xiong also likes to play, but he has never played like this before."

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"Yang Jian, let's go home, don't play with these scumbags."

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(End of this chapter)

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