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Qin Gui's suffering was indescribable. He was already afraid of death, and even if he were to say it, he might just die. When he was about to struggle, Zhang Xian's palm grabbed onto his neck, and immediately, a bone-biting pain shot into his heart as big as a bean of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Yue Pengju said in a deep voice, "If you can find Hua Rong