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Eighteen-year-old Song Lin woke up and found that she was in the seventeenth year of the Republic of China. She was so frightened that she suddenly discovered that she was actually a direct disciple of Qingfeng Temple. She just breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to huddle in the mountains to grow vegetables and raise chickens. Whichever comes first, tomorrow or the accident, is the accident. Song Lin stood in the lobby with a puzzled look on his face: "What big thing does it require me to take part in?" Taoist Master Yiqing looked solemn, "I received a letter from a friend. Weird things happen frequently in Anning Town. I suspect there is an evildoer at work. I leave this matter to you." Song Lin moved his neck forward and pointed at his nose with a full look in his eyes. It's wisdom, "Me?" Taoist Master Yiqing searched around on his body and finally took out a crumpled talisman and said cautiously: "The situation at the bottom of the mountain is chaotic. This is the anti-aircraft and bullet-avoiding talisman. You must carry it with you." "Ikskosmi?" Song Lin roared, his face twisted, the air-defense and bullet-avoiding talisman...