[The resurgent mysterious cult and the treacherous palace conspiracy, under the interlocking mysteries within mysteries, are the exquisite layout woven by Tang Que with rigorous techniques. When bizarre murders take the lives of innocent people again and again, can Ranger Yun Zhan still find the truth? The dream was blood red, no matter the sky or the earth, no matter the houses or the trees. With weird smiles on their faces, people gathered in a circle, pointing and talking with their arms stretched out. But he couldn't make out what they were saying, only a disturbing hum. What are they looking at? Thick blood light shrouded everything, and there were hazy silhouettes shaking endlessly in the blood. The wind blowing through his body was as hot as flames, and he could faintly smell the burnt smell coming from his skin. What is that? He couldn't help but wonder, what are they looking at? What exactly is there? With legs as heavy as lead, he separated the crowd and walked toward the center. Those people turned to look at him one after another, showing their white teeth, and their eyes were full of ferocity and ridicule. The air seemed to have liquefied into a huge pool of blood, and the dull color covered his eyes and blocked his breathing. I saw it, right there, that hanging shadow...
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