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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.,At this moment, he caught my gaze and raised his hand to his mouth, making a "shh" gesture.,He cast a slight glance at Zhang Fatty, who was raving mad.。