"Kill him! The bastard of the Nader family!" A man in torn clothes stood on the edge of the cliff. In front of him were farmers with weapons in their hands. Among them was a young man in gorgeous clothes holding a gold revolver in his right hand. "For the Nader family, go to hell, brother... "There was a gunshot, and the man fell off the cliff... The dots of fire on the cliff slowly faded, and in the end there was only ethereal silence... Covering his chest, the man felt a chill, "I'm about to die..." "Don't want to die?" A voice suddenly sounded, empty. "I - can't die!" "Then accept everything about me!" The surrounding trees began to become ferocious and terrifying. The wind blew the leaves and let out ear-piercing screams. A hand reached out to the man's chest and took out his bloody heart...
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