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"Ugh …"

In a dark underground warehouse, a voice that was barely audible could be heard. The owner of the voice was in extreme pain.

Tang Siqing looked at the crazed woman in front of her with a dying breath. She didn't even have the strength to move her fingers.

The bloodstains on her body had already dyed most of her clothes.

He didn't know why Jenny suddenly went crazy