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"...Hmm."
Fat Long looked at the resentful spirit that kept charging towards Brother Qiu endlessly only to dissipate into wisps of green smoke, and he couldn't help but speak with emotion, "These resentful spirits seem like they don't have any brains at all."
"It's a bit like moths to a flame."
"If they had even a bit of Spiritual Wisdom, seeing their fellows die one after another like this, wouldn't they feel fear?"
"I think if you, Brother Qiu, stayed here for a day and a night, you could probably clear out all the resentful spirits below Fat Zhou, and after that, Fat Zhou wouldn't be cold anymore. It would fundamentally solve the problem of the cold from the Boundless Icefield nearby."
"Maybe even the Boundless Icefield would melt."
"This world is really strange..."
