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... n River, the villagers, holding torches, illuminated the ink-dark night.
Firelight interwove with shadows.
Their faces flickered uncertainly, silently staring ahead, pupils reflecting the dancing flames with a hint of frenzy.
A group of strong men armed with fishing spears pressed the sharp ends against the chests of several grievously injured Demon-suppression Marshals.
Liu Xiujie and Li Xiaoer lay on the ground, gasping for air, their gazes scattered, consciousn ...
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