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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.,He cast a slight glance at Zhang Fatty, who was raving mad.,Zheng Daozhang didn't know if it was a vengeful spirit or a corpse demon, still hiding in the secret barrier on the upper floor.。