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It was a worn-out brown paper letter, written in scribbles. However, such a letter, the General Hou, who had been addressed as the 'Great General Zhentian', had his hands trembling as he shouted with bloodshot eyes, "Ahh, why? Why? "How can this be?" It was such a simple piece of kraft paper. There were no more than a hundred words on it. This caused the old man, who was already past his prime