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... > In the dark space, an unidentified black liquid flowed everywhere, like ink, but stickier than ink.
Ao Zhen walked in it, her mere movement causing the viscous liquid to retreat as if it were alive, yet it didn’t recede far, always surrounding this woman, both fearful and eager to approach.
"Mother and Child Ghost Temples... How disgusting!" Ao Zhen’s voice carried a chilling disgust mingled with genuine emotion.
"Quite incomprehensible," came the Empress’s voice out of ...
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