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... p> He tried to escape through the door, but it was as if the door were nailed shut. Despite using all his strength, he couldn't open even a sliver.
Inside the ancestral hall, a fog had formed out of nowhere, carrying a tendrilling chill that made Han Zhuo shiver uncontrollably.
His gaze turned to the simple wooden bed—only a white cloth remained. He abruptly turned his head, only to find his deceased mother, who was suspended in the air three feet beside him, her eyes rolled up, ...
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