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... hered, thick as liquid, vaguely seeming to form a human silhouette, but dissipated unpredictably.
"Hundred thousand~ hungry ghosts~ feast~".
The operatic voice continued, yet became distorted.
Not only that, but the strong scent of blood was also spreading outward.
The Hundred Households member of the garrison from earlier had not yet left.
He stood there in a daze, face pale, forehead sweating, wanting to turn and flee but found himself stiff and unable t ...
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