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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.,"…Zhang Fatty, I'm giving you one last chance," I said seriously. "I want to save her, not hurt her. She won't die if I catch that snake.",Zhang Fatzi was somewhat taken aback, looking at me in disbelief.。