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The heavy rain during winter night was surging like never before.

The bucket was poured down and the sound of the bucket hitting the ground rang out.

On the high platform of River Gazing Pavilion, the fox was pointing the gun at Tu Shanhu with the trigger in his hand. His expression was cold as the corner of his mouth curled into a sneer. He opened his mouth and coldly said, "Alright, it's over