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Shortly thereafter, Chang Yuchun was riddled with wounds, sitting rigidly with large tears streaming down his face. "I am a sinner; I failed to protect the young master." His bloodied hand clutched the icy corpse of Zhou Ziming as he murmured incessantly.
Beside him, the monks wore sneers of mockery.
"Who's there?" one of the monks demanded
