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... the epidemic death, yet the plague aura is so thin... a newly born little Plague Ghost?"
A graceful voice echoed across the wasteland,
like a stunning woman walking out from a painting, dressed in a turquoise silk garment, lifting a hooded figure with one hand,
she gently exhaled, and the black robe turned into dust, revealing the dark red skeleton beneath.
"The God of Plague..."
The woman shook her head slightly and was about to tear the small Plague Gho ...
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