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There were a few traces of doubt in Yun Lan's eyes. This was also what Feng Hen Yanye wanted to know. Although this story sounded very mysterious, he had vaguely read about it in the Heavy Pavilion.

"Do you see this bead of blood in my hand?" The old woman placed the drop of blood on the table.

"Although more than 300 lives were lost that year, one youth survived