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... “Mr.
Qin…”
He stared at the huge tiger head that had rolled in front of him.
The old monk Chongming was slightly startled.
Then, a smile of relief and consolation appeared on his face.
“Amitabha!”
He chanted the Buddha’s name loudly, his body gradually becoming transparent.
The tiger demon was dead, and naturally, he was freed from the ghostly shackles, about to disappear between heaven and earth.
Qin Zheng, holding the Ghost Head G ...
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