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The dagger changed from an upright grip to an underhand grip in the young man's hand. His left hand covered the right hand holding the dagger. The tip of the dagger was pressed against his chest from under his remaining sight. After a slight pause, he found the position of his heart, and then stabbed it in slowly with both hands at the same time, bit by bit. "Brother, hold on, God has thrown us both into this hellish place, you can't leave me alone and leave first." The wind pulled the two brothers' backs, reflected by the fire, dancing wildly in the clearing in the woods. "Huaxia, we have to be worthy of our new name and worthy of the place where we were born." "Brother."