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... en returned to John’s front.

He opened a bag of grain, revealing the golden grains inside, and then handed a fresh and juicy sweet beetroot to John: “Do you believe in the Undead?”

John, who had only eaten some grass roots and white mud for two days, was instantly attracted by the sweet beetroot and grain. He swallowed hard, wanting to reach out but not daring to do so.

“Do you believe in the Undead? These are the gifts from the Undead God. Believe in the Undead God, and ...

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