As a Majestic Ghost, How Can I Be Subservient?
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Watching the old man's sinister face, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
A faint, gamey odor mixed with the scent of old, decaying wood and assailed Liu Haoyu's nostrils.
He gripped the Fire Axe and warily watched the situation in the living room. The everlasting lamp on the table flickered on and off, making the old man's already sinister...
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