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... y didn’t recognize it. It looked like a medicine.

Ye Zhongming smiled. It was the apocalypse. People could recognize potions and scrolls, but ordinary medicine that you had in peacetime was something people were confused about.

“You can look at this first.” Ye Zhongming took a few pieces of paper from his space and passed them to the three deacons.

There were two reports. Of course, they came from Cloud Peak. One was an overall report that didn’t have anything scientific— ...

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