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... ghost listened to these words and put on a flattering smile, "Hey! That’s Black Water City, Master Ma! The only ghost cultivators recognized by the Netherworld are the esteemed Yin and Ghost Messengers!

Those guys who think they’re something after eating a few little ghosts, who dares to enter the bustling Black Water City at the foot of Fengdu Luoshan? Don’t worry, even if a ghost cultivator sneaks in, they’d just go to the Ghost Market, no chance they can reach them.

Those two ...

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