Suddenly, over the past few decades, things in the seven realms, eight deserts and nine states have changed. The uncle held the little boy and walked step by step toward the death realm that he had never wanted to get close to. At this moment, I am no longer afraid, but my heart feels at ease and warm. Music and singing are playing in the distance, ice lotuses are growing sadly, and their fragrance is blurred.
Uncle Master, don't be afraid.
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