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and a large group of bandits, coming to silence the witnesses. He
quickly hid even deeper into the closet, hoping that they wouldn’t
find him. But alas, a story always end. The door of his room was
knocked down and the closet door opened, Zhēngqì was about to
say something when suddenly he felt something leaking from his
neck, a gaping wound, pouring out warm crimson liquid was visible
at his throat, Zhēngqì gasped for air, but to no avail, his last sight
was the crimson blood and that’s when he fell deep into a slumber,
never to be heard of again.
结束
(THE END)

