to speak with the county magistrate again.""Surrender at once, lay down your arms!""That's not negotiable, then"The shrill whistle of a flute pierced through the city, awakening half its residents.Bef..."Hiss!" In Jin Long's mind, a blurry figure gradually overlapped.

dizziness.

Chaos.

Illusion........

The monk seems to still be chanting.

...Poirot...

Jinlong wants to drive the voices out of his mind.

The sound of a noisy recitation.

There are also two women that said

"Wait for me to come back...."

Constant echoes, all voices intertwined, overwhelming.

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