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Including the figure of the woman who was suspected to be Mo Sheng’s soul, also disappeared.

Perhaps, at the moment the human skin was completely burned away, her obsession was thoroughly liberated.

At the same time, beside a desolate street in an unnamed city.

The Back-faced Woman held Ke’er in her arms, the mother and daughter sitting skewed on the ground, motionless.

The Back-faced Woman still had large amounts of black smo ...

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