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... he sight that greeted him. It was as though the person in the dressing mirror was not himself, but a dessicated corpse.


How could a person with such grievous wounds be still alive!?


He turned his head in disbelief again and checked the other side. Even though he was a distance away and the lighting was poor, he could still see the penetrating wound and dark red blood stains.


“This…”


Zhou Mingrui drew a deep breath as he tried hard to calm ...

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