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The moment Lu Ran activated the Divine Technique·Pupil of the Netherworld, his heart was filled with trepidation.
He opened a pair of sinister, horizontal pupils, cautiously glancing at every location.
His father had passed away long ago, there could be no lingering dead souls.
Fortunately, wherever Lu Ran's gaze reached, there were no dead souls in sight.
Rain Alley City on the tenth day of the lunar month was still safe.
But by the fifteenth, that would be uncertain.
Transmission quietly fell: "Having seen a lot, one gets used to it."
Lu Ran remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
He did not wish to become numb.
If this was inevitable, Lu Ran hoped that day would come later rather than sooner.
"I'm leaving, Dad, I'll come to see you next time."
After standing in place for a long time, Lu Ran picked up his weapon, grabbed some food, and turned to descend from the rooftop.
