e, seemingly terrified.The tide of calling is a little disappointed, because the rumor has it that the Goddess of Hunt admires great hunts.In the midst of a life-or-death struggle, conquering those fe..."Hiss!" In Jin Long's mind, a blurry figure gradually overlapped.

dizziness.

Chaos.

Illusion........

The monk seems to still be chanting.

...Poirot...

Jinlong wants to drive the voices out of his mind.

The sound of a noisy recitation.

There are also two women that said

"Wait for me to come back...."

Constant echoes, all voices intertwined, overwhelming.

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