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... rom outside faintly illuminated an ancestral worship table.
At this moment, the candles had long been extinguished, and the stacked plates of fruit and cold rice were scattered in a mess.
Only a black-and-white portrait of the deceased remained in the center of the table.
But on the glass frame, there were noticeably a few drops of red Blood Bead.
Gasping, gasping.
A dark figure was crouched on the floor, seemingly consuming the offerings, swallowing the f ...
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