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Ye Hao had a very deep impression of this mad, evil smile. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't forget it.

At the same time, in this world, it was this voice that he did not want to hear the most.

This was because it belonged to the Ghost Mist Evil Spirit that had already disappeared into thin air.

"Uncle Shen, it... "How come he didn't die?" Ye Hao's eyes narrowed and his breathing quickened