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Chen Batian suddenly turned his head and saw an old man with a sage-like demeanor. He had a chicken in his left hand and a duck in his right hand, and he was chewing happily. Not only was his face oily, even his hair was not spared.

"Who are you?" Chen Batian's expression was a little serious. He was obviously a little afraid of this old man who had appeared behind him without a sound