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The deep, echoing voice of the Bone Picker was long and far-reaching.
In a trance, Longjing Tea seemed to witness some kind of illusion...
His ancient and rusted armor fit so perfectly with the surrounding grave mounds, styled so consistently as though he inherently belonged here—in the burial grounds of an old dynasty that had vanished nearly a thousand years ago.
His voice did not seem to come from in front of those present.
Instead, it was as though he was standing in the lost past, solemnly whispering to the future generations.
——At this moment, Annan was observing all this through the eyes of Longjing Tea.
Unsurprisingly, he bore the marks of being influenced by a holy object—yet the players could not see it.
[You have received a new mark "Low-level Influence: Ancient Whisper"]
[If not removed promptly, you will fall into a random nightmare with the keyword "moth" in seven days (Difficulty: Hard)]
...[Ancient Whisper].
Annan furrowed his brows slightly.
