As a Majestic Ghost, How Can I Be Subservient?
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The two of them hid behind the sofa, the light from the black-and-white television casting their faces deathly pale.
Qiu Leling's teeth chattered violently with fear, and he clutched Liu Haoyu's sleeve so tightly that he didn't dare move a muscle.
The footsteps behind them still hadn't stopped. They seemed to be drawing closer and closer to the sofa.
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