On a train speeding forward, Fang Heng was panting heavily.

Fortunately, Shan Fucai and his party did not catch up probably because they were afraid of the breath of the dead.

Sitting on the back seat of the vehicle, Yu Jiayuan was like a walking dead, muttering to herself incessantly.

"It's over, it's over..."

It's over.

Even the last hope was dashed.

Is there only one way to become a fallen person?

"

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