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Si Xiaobao laid on the table and opened his processor in boredom. The news on the processor reported the death of the mermaid without restraint. He tapped open a picture with his finger. The processed picture was no longer as terrifying as it was at that time. The blood on the ground was dyed blurry, and the picture froze. The enlarged face of the mermaid twisted in pain.

When he saw this