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All the ghosts in the underworld couldn't help but agree.

Not to mention the benefits that she can bring to them by repairing reincarnation, that is, the threat that she can destroy reincarnation brings to them has already left them with the only option of "obedience".

The black and white impermanence and other ghosts who have been in charge of the affairs of the underworld have complex expressions, but ordinary ghosts do not have so many complex emotions.

After making ...

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