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"A finger of death?" Su Chen was startled, his pupils shrank, even though his current strength is already very strong, he is still a little frightened by the powerful fel magic that once gave him a painful experience, and he does not dare to rely on his own magic Immune ability to resist, but uses Frostmourne in hand to block.

   The scarlet light blazed on the dark blade of Frostmourne, and the huge impact caused the surrounding space to be torn apart.

  The invisible ...

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The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

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