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"Hall Master …" Just as Xing Hui was about to speak, Song Ziming rushed out from the third tent.

"Senior Brother, there's something wrong with the atmosphere." Song Ziming came to Yin Jingyao's side. He looked around vigilantly, and said to Yin Jingyao in a low voice,

"Mn." Yin Jingyao nodded and said in a low voice, "There is a faint scent of blood in the air