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His pupils contracted slightly, and before he could take a closer look, he heard his Uncle's voice in his ear. Then, right after, his right arm was bound with red rope, tightening until it hurt his wrist.,“Is this the content of the brainwave records left behind by that wandering swordsman In other words, can I read the brainwaves of the dead”,Chen Luo picked up the pottery pitcher and lifted the lid.。