When he heard the black cloak push the door and leave, the night wind blew in, the candles swayed, and the room was filled with chills, Zhou Kui slowly turned his head and looked at the door, in a daze - the candlelight illuminated his old face, his forehead The fine cold sweat on my face was clearly visible, as if it was not the twelfth lunar month of winter, but the scorching heat of midsummer....
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