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The red candle in front of the dressing table is swaying, the broken fruit peel coil is entangled with incense, and the old plate that once held blood is upside down and dusty. The wind chime on the bedside swayed softly, the sleeping baby's nose shrank, and the landline phone without wiring beeped at midnight. The chandelier above the head flickered on and off, and the little black girl with green eyes bowed and had hair on her waist. Holding a dental cup with "Bold" printed on the side, Zhao Zhao curled up in the corner and smiled bitterly: "Can I not drink chicken blood?" ... ... ... Two reminders: 1. The game is risky, so be cautious when trying it. Remember, remember! ! ! 2. Well, the first one makes sense.