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From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,“Zhang Fatty, you walked down the wrong path, using this method to make money, inviting karmic retribution upon yourselves. You will surely meet a bad end sooner or later. I was trying to save you, but you repay kindness with malice—” I quickly got up and put some distance between myself and the two of them.,I set up a purification altar on the first floor of this underground building, cleansing the centuries-old resentment and blood qi that permeated it. However, Zheng Daochang's hidden barrier on the second floor seemed to remain unaffected. The entire structure still held a strange and secretive aura.。