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"Why are we here?" The child who lost a front tooth suddenly said. "Looking for the right person" In the night, the woman in red led the little boy across the ground that was stained dark red by blood. The cool breeze swirled past, dispersing some of the stagnant air, but it could not dissipate the oncoming rust smell. Xue Ning rose from the ice coffin, and it had been ten thousand years since he opened his eyes again. The world rotates every hundred years, and the people in front of him have changed again and again.