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... was a desolate and dilapidated mansion.

It was overgrown with weeds and filled with dust.

From the looks of it, no one lived there.

However, at this moment, in a room in the backyard, a few scarlet candles could be vaguely seen through the gaps in the window.

Thick curtains covered the room, and it was uncomfortably warm.

At this moment, an old woman in a red floral robe and a round hat was sitting cross-legged in front of the candles. She closed her eyes ...

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