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The thunderstorm beat against the old window lattice of the inn, and Lin Ji's fingers holding the broom suddenly stung. The patina-covered sword box on the counter was oozing green light, and two dots of scarlet appeared on the Taotie-patterned pupils on the box's surface. The white cat squatting on the beam had its hair all over its body, its amber vertical pupils staring intently at the sword box. Lin Ji's right eye suddenly burned, and the dark iron eyepatch that had covered half of his face since he was ten years old buzzed, as if something was trying to break through the seal. \