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A piercing electric hum cut through Luo Jie's thoughts, drawing the attention of everyone present.,After all, this man in a suit isn't stupid. From the ground sand and vegetation, he can tell that this is definitely not a studio. Even if he doesn't believe in anything about another space, he doesn't think he could walk out of this endless desolate desert alone without any equipment or supplies.,And the recasting of death is akin to an infinitely reusable Phoenix tail.。