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... barked, whipping the Firewood Splitter from his waist.
But there wasn’t a soul to be seen in the room.
"Come!"
"Come!"
Though no one was there, the voice echoed relentlessly in Chu Fan’s mind, impossible to ignore.
A chill ran down Chu Fan’s spine, and his grip on the blade tightened.
The room was a scene of utter ruin.
The old wooden cabinet his parents had used was overturned, its drawers scattered. The old clothes inside had been tossed ...
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