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"": "Zhang Yunling snatched up the Cloth Doll, turned sideways, and crouched behind the stove. She tossed the doll into the firebox, then felt around for a box of matches beside the pile of firewood.
She picked up a small bundle of straw, struck a match, and lit it.
The flames leaped up. Zhang Yunling was about to throw it into the firebox and burn the Cloth Doll to ashes in one go.
Her hand froze again.
Zhang Yunling was in pain.
Zhang Yunling couldn't bear to do it.
She was the one with the problem. How could anything else be to blame?
Everything else was merely a false "medium" that brought her abnormality to light.
What did she have left now?
Her parents had been gone for years.
She could have had the three members of the Luo Family. She could have had a whole new life.
Because of her own problems, Luo Feng and Gu Ya had long since lost their trust in her. She had hurt Gu Ya deeply, and she had hurt Luo Bin too.
After all these years, she had nothing, and she had let her chance slip away.
This Cloth Doll had kept her company as a child.
Now, perhaps this Cloth Doll was the only thing that would stay with her.
"Shh."
A faint sound reached her ears.
Inside the dark firebox, the Cloth Doll's crooked mouth split open and moved slightly.
"I know how to leave."
"But you have to kill Zhong Zhicheng so no one can stop you."
"Now that Zhong Zhicheng has been subdued, he can no longer stand in the way."
"You have to take Luo Shan somewhere. Once you get there, the curse on this damned place will be broken."
"Don't tell them I