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On the snow-white bed, four adult thumb-sized iron chains were lying on top of the bed. The waist-long hair was scattered all over like a net, the person on the bed was still curled up like a mother's womb, sweat had drenched his pale face, and there were bloodstains on his bloodless lips. Because everything around him was pure white, the tinge of blood became exceptionally glaring