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A ghostly figure slowly approached. Looking at Lu Feng, who was wiping his hands with cold sweat, and the trembling girl in front of him, Old Miao's old face, which was slowly being dissolved, revealed a sneer like a ghost, and then stretched out his hand to Wen Qi. , as long as Wen Qi is caught, he will not worry about Lu Feng not handing over the Medicine King inheritance to him....