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... of the fountain was about the size of a fist. It was crimson and emanated a sticky, bloody stench that was stifling. Furthermore, what gushed out of the ‘eye of the fountain’ was not water, nor was it blood, but life that was constantly depleting away—if that object still had any life to it.
Shi Xiaobai finally managed to see color in the white world. The blurry black and red gradually turned clear. Of course, it was not considered a gorgeous display of color, but it was not a dull s ...
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