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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 let out a ghastly grin: “If anything were to happen to her, I wouldn’t live either. Even if I die, I want to die in front of her.”,"Um, because the one upstairs gave me some information and didn't harm me, I think I can wait a bit." I answered quietly. "It's an old acquaintance of my mother's, who kept calling out for my mother's name."。