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She subconsciously clutched her amulet in front of her chest and looked around in alarm. There was nothing in the darkness.

Had the power suddenly cut out?

No, the desktop was still workingXiao Xia suddenly turned her head. There was a mutilated face on the screen, its muscles twitching and its teeth bared in a grin. Its bleeding eye sockets stared straight at her.

A female ghost!

Xiao Xia thought in extreme terror. She instinctively leapt over to turn the ...

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