When the villagers who were knocked to the ground heard this, they couldn't help but take a closer look at Zhao Nanfei's face, only to find that although this face was as smooth as normal skin, it had always maintained a smiling expression without any change.

In the blue sky, a paper figure opened his mouth to speak, and he also hurt people, which was naturally appalling, so the villagers also retreated back in fear.

Uncle Wang was not in a hurry, and took out a jar of black dog blood from his arms,......

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