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There is a shopping mall in Su Qing, which is prosperous and prosperous. In the food court, the shopkeepers walking on foot raised stiff smiles and warmly entertained the diners. In daily necessities department stores, shopping guides with dark hair and covered faces waved their mutilated limbs and loudly introduced special offers. The service staff wearing clown masks, holding balloons, cracking the corners of their mouths, making children cry. Su Qing looked at the thriving scene in the mall and nodded with satisfaction. Then, the moment he stepped out of the mall gate. Behind him, there was a gloomy atmosphere, and demons were dancing wildly.