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... he guide Mu Bai to the so-called "Little Court Boss", Yan Luo immediately gained 7 points of fear, and the value of fear absorbed by the Wuxin puppet continued to rise.

Zhu Xiaoyong, a fat man, sat down on the ground.

Even Xu Han, who had seen so many dead people, and whose job was to make up and dress up the dead, also had a chill rushing from his back, and took a sharp "hiss" of air-conditioning. The psychologist Chu Qingfeng was silent because of the too strong visual impact.

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