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Su Qingyue rubbed her forehead with a headache. What kind of conflict did she have with this Ghost Clan?!

"Can you steal the Ghost Clan's consciousness?" Ming Ye rubbed his chin as he asked Jun Mo Xie.

The latter nodded hesitantly.

"If the difficulty is too great, then there's no need." Su Qingyue, who was behind him, stood up and casually looked at Feng Qianshi