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Liu Feifei collapsed in the mud like a deflated ball.,Zhang Fatty let out a ghastly grin: “If anything were to happen to her, I wouldn’t live either. Even if I die, I want to die in front of her.”,I set up a purification altar on the first floor of this underground building, cleansing the centuries-old resentment and blood qi that permeated it. However, Zheng Daochang's hidden barrier on the second floor seemed to remain unaffected. The entire structure still held a strange and secretive aura.。