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Chapter 140 Red
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... chain of smoke, and as all of them nervously waited, as if a cold demonic maw hung on their necks, it happened.
The first it happened to was a baby. Just 6 or 7 months old, the little thing rose to the skies alongside the smoke, but his parents could do nothing except watch as he floated up, slowly and gently but somehow untouchable, as if he had turned into a ghost.
But the baby boy was not alone; more soon followed. The less you weighed, the sooner you rose. As panic, screams, ...
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