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a cry. The little boy quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside!I stumbled and fell after the threshold of death, landing right on the doorstep of the small courtyard."What's wrong, what's wrong"...already stripped away my flesh and blood. I felt that my hands were left with only white bones.But at this time, only hands were stained with black mist, and the flesh was still clinging to the bones....