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... ing than yours.” The little girl pointed at the pale lantern.
After he finished speaking, he held his head and walked forward with a smile.
“Granny, let me borrow your fire. My lanterns are more festive.” After she finished speaking, she put the blood-red head into the White Lantern. Before the old woman could react, she heard a sharp and ear-piercing scream.
It resounded throughout the entire mass grave.
As soon as the head was put in, it began to burn with crack ...
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