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In the dark room, Shi Ziran was leaning against the wall, his face pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.

The three sharp arrows on his back had already been pulled out by him, and were hastily bandaged with rags torn from his clothes.

But he didn't stop the bleeding.

Fresh blood dyed the cloth red and flowed down along his back.

This scene was truly heart-wrenching.

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