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... ain ghost.

Black Jiao wanted to capture the mountain demon and plunder its elixir, while White Shark wanted to save his fellow disciples. So one of them, dressed as a scholar, and the other as a swordsman, pretended to be passing Tokyu Mountain and were caught, but they were thrown into the same pit and spent three days and nights together.

Here, Yan Jinhua recalls his own unpleasant experience of chasing Wen.

When the two are in prison, the black jiao, who goes by the na ...

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