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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.,I suddenly realized, this guy must know a lot. I might as well take the opportunity to ask him some more questions!,"I know! I know!!" Zhang Fatty cried, pounding the ground frantically: "What kind of devil stuff did that old master put on her! That damn bastard's what, some Ghost Flower Academy sect, brainwashed her like this—" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。