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Chapter 738
who was terminally ill, suddenly vomited, spraying a mouthful of black blood. The blood reeked of foulness.Then, the fist imprint on his chest gradually recovered, and the color of his lips also impr...one minute.Less than three minutes.Five minutes passed."Ah ah ah..."Screams finally echoed through the city, striking fear into the hearts of everyone.With the death of the first Onmyoji, who else in...