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... rectly, but because the corpse stuffed the box full, even if the box turned over, the body inside did not fall out, and it was still firmly packed in the box.

Duan Hongjun looked around for a circle, saw Tang Mianmian from Xiao Yuqiu, and then turned to look at Fei You and Zhang Zuo: "Hey, you two, get the body out of the box."

Both Fei You and Zhang Zuo were white and subconscious. They wanted to shake their heads and refused. However, Duan Hongjun raised his brows. They still ran ...

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