In the midst of the villagers' cries, someone suddenly fell to the ground as he walked out of the village.

On the road out of the village, blood-colored cracks appeared, as if the ground was cracked, and the blood underneath seeped up.

And in these cracks, puffs of black smoke seeped out, as if a little contamination could kill people.

Someone died in the smoke.

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Chapter 68 of "Zhentian Coffin" Village Spirit is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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