Worried that his daughter would be frightened, Qian Yuqiao sent his daughter back to her room, stayed with her, joked with her, and coaxed her to sleep.

Back in his room, Qian Yuqiao sat down and thought for a while. He pictured the appearance of the snake demon in his mind and couldn't help but feel a chill running down his back.

The cold night is miserable, withered leaves rustling, the lights in the meditation room are bright, and I am pondering endlessly.

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