t something was going to happen. If chaos were to arrive, their kind of strength would definitely be insufficient.The fat man spoke first: “We can't withdraw! We already paid the coach’s fee, you have..."Hiss!" In Jin Long's mind, a blurry figure gradually overlapped.

dizziness.

Chaos.

Illusion........

The monk seems to still be chanting.

...Poirot...

Jinlong wants to drive the voices out of his mind.

The sound of a noisy recitation.

There are also two women that said

"Wait for me to come back...."

Constant echoes, all voices intertwined, overwhelming.

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