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The old monk carried Gui Sha's head and walked into Leng Yifan's office. The blood that seeped out of the box could be seen dripping onto the milky white blanket, forming a strong contrast.

"Leng Yifan frowned, he was a germaphobe, he wasn't old at all, so when he placed the entire box on the table, Leng Yifan jumped up like a woman and hid to the side