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Without waiting for Chu Zhe to speak, Chu Liyue's finger moved and the thin snowy ground that was as thin as a cicada's wing flew up into the air, silently brushing past Chu Zhe's shoulder.

A thin piece of meat with clothes on it flew from Chu Zhe's shoulder and landed in front of Chu Lu and his wife's grave.

Chu Zhe shouted like a pig, "Liyue, Liyue