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"Lu Yuan, even if you have the ability to resurrect, you can't escape the entanglement of demons. That's a rule sinking deep into the soul, which will completely change your thinking," Old Cat said coldly.
"If you've made up your mind and can accept losing everything you cherish now, I won't object. After all, we are battle companions, and I'll stick to you, making a 'da-da-da' sound."
"Go to hell," Lu Yuan swore.
He put the remnants of the demon back into his backpack.
Then he took out that clump of resin, which was wrapped around the blood of a ghost.
The cold power was flowing within, emitting a silent yet bizarre language.
Holding the clump of resin, the eyes on his hand were influenced by this power, involuntarily closing back.
