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In the darkness, he knew that he was going to die. The venom of the Babel Python would gradually make people lose their senses, and then they would die like mud.
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He heard the quarrel close at hand:
It was a hoarse female voice: "You'd better understand. If it weren't for my protection, you would have been tied to a wooden frame and burned to death countless times if you were stealing corpses every day!"
The reply was a sharp male voice without mercy: "Kill me if you can, and see who else can take over this mess for you!"
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Are you going to give up on him? He only felt that someone was approaching. He was roughly pulled up and his lips were roughly pried open. The taste of blood that bit the tip of his tongue suddenly filled his mouth.
"Okay," he heard her voice, like a child who had succeeded in playing a prank: "I have also been poisoned. Is it time to hand over what you have in your hands? My distinguished doctor?"
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