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The boy instinctively stepped back, his lantern shaking violently.

Fang Zhixing stood still, his robe fluttering and rustling in the wind.

The next second!

Amidst the howling cold wind, a burly figure dashed out rapidly.

With a big grab!

He seized the boy's neck!

The boy grunted, his body was lifted into the air, and his legs flailed about.

"Repeat what you just said!"

The burly man, with disheveled hair and greasy, slippery skin, had deep-set eyes and dry, bloodless skin.

His voice was unusually hoarse and raspy, as if his mouth was filled with sand.

Chilliness exuded from him, with wisps of white vapor emanating.

At first glance, this guy looked like a dried corpse that had crawled out of a grave, devoid of any trace of life.

The boy, his throat clutched, wore a pained expression, yet showed no fear, instead he coldly said, "Wang Jinxiong, Elder Du told you to scram. Can't you understand?"