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... hardly believe everything that had happened.
It must be a ghost.
This must be hell, they must be ghosts.
The man’s pale slender fingers gradually tightened, and the black, invisible large hand that was gripping Jun Wuyang’s neck also slowly tightened.
Jun Wuyang’s pale face began to turn purplish-red due to suffocation; his vision fading in and out, yet he could only hang like a corpse all this time.
He had no strength left to struggle or resist, not even ...
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