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... they were faint and indistinct. But soon, they grew louder—grating, resentful cries of a woman echoed over and over beside his ears.
Bo Jingmo was familiar with this feeling. He’d heard it plenty of times before.
The scenario world was inherently bizarre, filled with resentful spirits who couldn't reincarnate. Ever since he became a ghost, he could hear all sorts of voices filled with deep hatred. Sometimes, they were fragments of the body’s previous consciousness, constantly whisper ...
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