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The little wooden demon in the illusion had a weak breath, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He looked at Lin Yi with a loving face. He wanted to raise his hand to touch Lin Yi's cheek, but in the end he failed to touch it. His little hand fell weakly. A string of silver bells sounded, like a cuckoo crying for blood and a solitary goose wailing....