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on different from what they had expected. they tried to search for survivors, but no survivors were found. they tried to burn down the building. they didn't even have a way out. the only way out was the room behind the front door.
\"the rest is up to luck,\" Li Jia'an said with a sense of wu Gaojun. takeko immediately understood, remained silent, and after a while he nodded.
Li Jiaan looked at wu Gaojun, and the two of them simultaneously took out their weapons and held the cold iron weapon in their hands. bu Gaojun felt a little relieved, but he Jia'an still felt unfortable. more experienced, he realized that when facial abnormalities call to God, weapons are no longer tools to protect human life and face harm, but are a placebo equivalent to a talisman for mental peace. I knew. .
Gathering up the courage to walk to the front door, the two of them looked around the house. the sudden sight ahead quickly drained their remaining sanity.
the entire room was covered in flesh and blood. Something like pus or a bulge was constantly secreting and growing inside the wall. countless pellets were spinning around the room. black holes were dotted at irregular intervals along the wall of flesh and blood. the main body of this wall of flesh and blood was a large sara, and the flower on the other side was made of flesh and blood. the withered corpse of a woman wearing a red wedding dress was now embedded in the wall covered in blood and gore.
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