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Life and death are unpredictable.

Lin Zisang could still remember the scene of the Great Master of the clan passing away. Half of Qinjiawan Bay's village had rushed over to offer their condolences. She was about three years old, and he saw the old man in the shroud lying on the board through the heavy crowd. His fingers were thin and dry, and he placed them calmly on both sides of his body