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Under the cover of his palm, the lighter emitted a weak glow. The moment Wu Qiong ignited the candle in the biting cold of the astral wind, everything seemed to have stopped.

The wind, the wails, the screams, the fiendish laughter, all melted into the motionless darkness.

He could only hear his own heartbeat.

"Thirteen." Wu Qiong raised his foot, but didn't touch the door. Instead