The hair was sticky together, mixed with dried blood, hanging down long, messily half-covering her eerie face, she tilted her head, her empty eye sockets as if an eyeball had been stuffed in, large, dark, lifeless.

Then she grinned at him, like a female ghost crawling out of a crack in the wall, announcing that another person was going to die.

"You were also brought here by Dijo?"

Only then did Lu Qiyan notice that she had a very heavy anklet bracelet on her ankle, so thin that she was deformed, and only a handful of bones remained.

And at that time, he was no better than her, and those who disobeyed would be beaten badly, and Dijo's power was monstrous, but there was a twist hidden under the gentle skin of the courteous manners

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