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The demonic shadow reappears and the undercurrent surges. (Introduction changes with volume.)

This year, China had just finished its college entrance examination, and pork prices had risen to thirty yuan a pound. The man in front of the door was pushing a trailer and shouting whether to buy millet or not. The space crack closed, and the monk with the magic weapon on his feet looked at the busy traffic below with a confused look on his face. Jiang Luo, the man behind all this, initially just wanted to drink a bottle of Fat House Happy Water...