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When Mo Lanshun looked up, it was almost dark. It was because of Leng Muxue's "liveliness".

He hadn't even passed through the forest in a day. Even Mo Lanshun had to keep his spirits up as he stayed the night in the forest.

It was still dusk outside, and the forest had already darkened. Mo Lanshun released his pulse, which turned into a sickle. Death brandished his scythe, the blade swept out