>Thunder struck the tranquility of Fujian on a rainy night, and three bloody men stumbled into the courtyard of Yucun.
>The dying team leader gave Wu Xie a cold bronze waist plate with the twisted word "door" engraved on it.
>"The door... Opened..." He squeezed out three words before dying.
>Fat Wang wiped off the blood on the bronze card, and the card pulsated like a living thing.
>The moment Zhang Qiling's fingertips touched the card, his pupils shrank sharply: "It's not that the door has opened."
>He raised his eyes to look at the dark rain curtain, and his voice was as heavy as cold iron: "It's the door that's moving."
>Outside the window, the dogs in the entire Yucun suddenly fell silent collectively.
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