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Meng xiaotian walked along a pipe, holding a painting in his hands, his eyes revealing his longing and pain.

"There should be a path to the Nine Netherworld, a path that will vaguely accompany the one in the dream!"

These were two lines on the painting.

"Drip! Drip!" The tears on Meng xiaotian's face dripped onto the painting, leaving a moist mark.

He stared at the painting in a daze