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Before Meng Shili could come up with anything, the spiritual altar became muddy.

When he woke up again, the first thing he did was to wake up to the stench of rotting flesh. It could be the bewitching soul in his body. The medicine had not completely faded away, but Meng Shili's limbs were still sore and weak. He forcefully opened his eyes. He found a mouse lying at his side