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"No …" "No way …" Shi Sanjiu's tongue was almost tied up. He looked at the location of the corner of the kitchen, and the smell of firewood and rice had turned into a stench of corpses. He walked slowly in that direction, only to see his uncle standing there like an iron tower, looking at him coldly.

"Uncle Geng …" "You …" He smelled danger from Uncle Geng