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He opened his eyes in the dark and unlit sarcophagus, and the blue fire flashing through his eyes illuminated the coffin board.
It has decayed.
Whether it is his body or the coffin in which he lies.
Mu Yisheng raised his hand and ran his reddish-brown index finger over the scratches on the slate, which resembled it had been stained with soy sauce.
One, two, three…
Each scratch represents a year gone by and serves as a painful reminder of when his body ...
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