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The young man dropped to his knees decisively, kneeling down with a thud.
Jiaojiao was startled.
Qin Yu was also taken aback, then chuckled, but she looked ahead silently.
Should she save him or not?
The kneeling young man didn't receive a response from Qin Yu, but he sensed the ghost energy from the Little Ghost King behind him seemed to come to a standstill.
It halted.
The young man turned around to see, and he only saw the dark and eerie mountain woods under the heavy rain, the ground muddy, exuding a bloody stench of old chicken ribs mixed with the earthy stench, which actually was a type of toxic miasma. But compared to the Little Ghost King, it was nothing.
