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The dead young man lay on his back in a pool of blood, but his body gradually melted, turning into a puddle of sticky flesh in the blood.

Only the twisted skin was floating in the blood.

In the darkness under the stairs, a faceless servant walked out slowly, bent down and picked up the face.

And on the stairs, there was a regular sound of slapping a ball.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom..."

The eyes of a child are innocent.