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Su Qingjiu looked at her hands. They were smooth and white, and very slender. It could have been a perfect hand, but now it was stained with something that couldn't be washed away even with water.

It was unknown when many corpses laid beneath his feet, but he couldn't feel anything. He stared at his own hands in a daze, and then, he muttered to himself: "What did he do just now? "What did you do