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There was gunfire outside, and the screams were all in my ears. Wen Qiao held the gun in his hand tightly with red eyes, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. She couldn't tell whether this was reality or an illusion created by the so-called gods. Every world full of monsters she had experienced in the past could not compare with the horror and despair of returning to hell now. There were more and more screams outside the door, and there were many footsteps approaching, like a warning bell. The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Thinking of Alian who died tragically in front of him, Wen Qiao suddenly calmed down, a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly raised the gun towards his temple. "Bang!" Gunshots rang out, and the people outside opened the dirty door curtain. There were only a few dusty corpses and a pistol in the room, and there was no sign of the Chinese woman. In the forest a few kilometers away, Wen Qiao opened his eyes in fear, looked at the man holding him in his arms, and finally burst into tears...