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Who knew that Zhang Fatty, who had been unconscious on his side the whole time, suddenly sat up. He reached out and grabbed my small satchel that was hanging from my shoulder.,From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,Zhang Fatzi was somewhat taken aback, looking at me in disbelief.。