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Jasmine picked up a strange umbrella on a rainy night This umbrella is too heavy, as heavy as if it had just been fished out of the river. The dark brown lines on the umbrella surface glowed slightly under the light, like dried blood. From that day on, Jasmine's life began to become strange. She first heard a strange knock on the door. Through the peephole, she could only see a cloudy eyeball, staring at the unknown inside the door. I went to Qingquan Temple to pray for peace. Master Hongming looked like a floating corpse that had been soaked for a long time and was as sticky as mud. \