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The moment my voice fell, the cinnabar soul pen in my hand touches Old Xu's forehead, and on his head, traces of white smoke instantly flows out. At the same time, his hands, at this moment, have also loosened their grip on my neck, and the moment Old Xu's hands left my hand, I felt the restraining power in my throat finally disappear. I let out a long breath and looked at Old Xu's corpse, then