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... to the river, frowning as he spoke. “I’ve brought you the person. Hurry up and possess her.”

The dark lake remained still. After a few seconds, a woman’s face suddenly emerged from beneath the water. Her skin was pale and waterlogged, her pupils a ghostly white, and her long black hair floated on the surface like writhing snakes.

Her expression was sinister. Though her lips never moved, a sharp, displeased female voice echoed in the air.

“Da Dong, you’ve messed up.”

...

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