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Wu Xiaogang silently lit a candle for the priest.

Qingfeng Jian snapped impatiently, “Wu Xiaogang, what are you trying to do?”

“Actually, I’m here to ask for an herb.” Wu Xiaogang’s expression tightened, and he suddenly turned serious. “We ran into a really nasty little demon. Its corpse poison injured one of my friends