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"": "Aboveground, inside Feng Ji's courtyard.
The cold, bleak moonlight deepened the color of the Python Robe, chilled the pale, livid face of the dead man, and made the red talisman markings on his face all the more glaring.
The Hunter Luo Bin had spoken of.
The figure in the Python Robe stood silently in the middle of the courtyard.
The Oil Lamp in the Main Hall flickered incessantly, threatening to go out in the wind at any moment.
The figure in the Python Robe seemed to be looking for something. After a long while, having found nothing, he walked out through the gate and headed off in one direction.
With a dull boom, the courtyard gate slammed shut!
He had opened the gate when he arrived, and the evil spirits had not dared approach.
He closed it when he left, leaving little trace of his presence.
The figure in the Python Robe walked along the village roads for a long time before finally stopping outside another courtyard gate and pushing his way inside.
The courtyard was not particularly quiet.
A woman's breathing came in heavy gasps.
In the Main Hall, the Oil Lamp burned steadily.
In one of the rooms, however, the light swayed incessantly.
The window and door were firmly shut. There was clearly no wind coming in.
The air stirring inside the room came from the movement of human bodies.
Every night was an ordeal for Chen Xianxian.
She had to force a smile. She had to indulge his every demand.
Only then would this ugly man, this man who sickened her to the point of nausea, help her.
At last, a glimmer of hope was in sight.
Mo Qian had made contact with Luo Shan. It no longer mattered that Zhang Li