Chapter 113

Last night, Tan Wenbin witnessed Hu Yiwei being used as a ghost-substitute with his own eyes.

He had experienced possession by a malevolent spirit before, so he knew exactly how excruciating the process was.

As for enjoying it... that was pure wishful thinking.

Your self-awareness gets completely replaced. You do not even know what is happening. You get none of the pleasure and all of the suffering.

Seeing Hu Yiwei that morning, he looked exactly like some disposable family-planning tool that had been used and tossed aside.

So all day long, Tan Wenbin had been thinking about what he should do.

He had to come up with something fast. Hu Yiwei was obviously about done for, so tonight, would that ghostly husband and deranged hag just rip open the packaging and use him instead?

Thankfully, even if he had never really eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run.

He had been involved in Lin Shuyou’s affair from start to finish not long ago, and from that he had worked out a clumsy imitation of a solution.

He had planned to wait until bedtime, then when they came in to turn over his card, he would go down fighting.

But he had not expected them to tear off the mask before night even came.

Since that was the case, there was no point hiding anything anymore.

Time to fight.

The moment the ghost husband tried to enter his body, he began Walking the shade.

If Little Yuanhou’s Walking the shade was like snapping his fingers and doing whatever he wanted, then Tan Wenbin’s had become more and more like a knee-jerk reflex.

And one of the most direct effects of Walking the shade was this: it gave him the basis to directly fight malevolent spirits that he normally could neither see nor touch.

The ghost husband came out of the coffin and plastered himself against Tan Wenbin’s back. His arms stuck to Tan Wenbin’s arms, his legs stuck to Tan Wenbin’s legs, and his face pressed directly against the back of Tan Wenbin’s head. His feet even burrowed under Tan Wenbin’s feet, trying to prop him up completely and turn him into a puppet for possession and control.

That all-encompassing contact felt like wearing nothing but underwear in the peak of summer, then suddenly falling into ice water. The full-body cramping and stiffness were unavoidable.

But by the time Zeng Yinyin led Hu Yiwei upstairs, Tan Wenbin had already begun wrestling the ghost husband for control of his own body.

The ghost husband was very strong. Tan Wenbin was weaker, but he still struggled with everything he had.

Once he managed to win back partial control, Tan Wenbin pulled a Yellow Talismans from his pocket and slapped it onto his own forehead.

In an instant, the icy cold throughout his body deepened another layer, as if the malevolent spirit had already fused with his flesh. But the ghost husband’s consciousness was also suppressed.

Heh, it actually works.

Every rooster has its own way of not peeing.

Lin Shuyou, as a spirit medium, could use this method to forcibly lock down White Crane Child and keep him from leaving. Tan Wenbin used the same method to carry the ghost husband on himself.

It was miserable, sure, but at least it meant he had temporarily suppressed a massive threat.

Zeng Yinyin let out a scream. “Where’s my man?!”

Tan Wenbin shot up from the stool he had been sitting on while eating. He had wanted to punch or slap this woman who intended to force herself on him, but he still had poor control over his body. He rose too abruptly, pitched forward, and his head slammed right into Zeng Yinyin.

Bang!

With a dull thud, Zeng Yinyin was knocked to the floor, clutching her chest in pain.

Tan Wenbin staggered and crawled back to his feet. Right now, he was like an ordinary person who had suddenly gained more than twice his weight. On top of that, his body was ice-cold, and his senses were scrambled, like he was badly drunk.

Once he stood up, his body kept swaying forward and back, then side to side. He could not straighten himself at all.

Fortunately, Zeng Yinyin was just an ordinary person. After taking that headbutt, she could not get back up right away, which at least gave Tan Wenbin some time to adjust.

But just as he was starting to adapt, something came down from the second floor.

The dried corpse arrived with a gust of Ghost Wind. Though there was barely any flesh left to squeeze from it, it still carried a thick, rotten stench.

This dried corpse was Zeng Miaomiao.

She crouched low, compressing her skeletal frame, then with a sharp pop, sprang into the air and landed behind Tan Wenbin.

A pair of bony hands, sharp as blades, slashed toward the back of his neck.

“Hiss!”

Tan Wenbin felt a burning pain at once. The flesh at the back of his neck had been cut open, but the strike had not gone deep. And there was no blood seeping from the wound, only pale dead skin steaming white.

If this had been an ordinary person, that blow would have been like gutting a fish and pulling everything out.

Tan Wenbin turned and threw a punch at Zeng Miaomiao. She dodged onto the dining table. He punched again, and she dodged again.

Bang!

The dining table shattered into pieces under his fist.

Tan Wenbin froze for a moment. Even he had not expected himself to be that strong now.

Zeng Miaomiao coiled to leap again.

She seemed wary of his strength and once more chose to attack from behind.

But Tan Wenbin had seen enough pigs running. Even if he was not truly skilled, he could at least imitate a few pig grunts.

Having already suffered once, Tan Wenbin leaned forward, straightened his waist, and lifted one leg, almost like some fancy shuttlecock-kicking pose. It was also one specific move for dealing with agile Dead Sinkers.

Most Dead Sinkers had low intelligence, often not even as much as wild beasts. Once those known for agility found frontal attacks restricted, they would usually circle behind and strike your back.

Wei Zhengdao had already studied them thoroughly in his book.

Zeng Miaomiao, leaping behind him and just about to come down, slammed directly into Tan Wenbin’s raised kick.

Her little skeleton, wrapped in only a trace of skin, was nowhere near tough enough to take it. She was kicked flying, hit a roof beam, and then came crashing back down.

Still, she was small and viciously nimble. When she landed, she flipped like a spider and came down on all fours. Her tiny head stayed lifted high, and her narrowed eyes kept flickering.

The next moment, Zeng Miaomiao began moving rapidly sideways while Tan Wenbin kept turning to track her.

Suddenly, she reversed direction against her own momentum, seemingly using inertia to throw off his attention. Then she lunged forward, both arms stabbing toward his abdomen like a pair of razor-sharp pincers.

After losing sight of her, Tan Wenbin simply let himself fall backward, grabbing with both hands and kicking out with both legs.

His legs hit nothing, but his left hand actually caught something. He immediately rolled violently to the side and smashed it into the floor.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Like the drum of a washing machine, he rolled and slammed again and again.

The posture was ugly, but it was plentiful and effective. For the first time, Tan Wenbin understood Runsheng’s joy.

The same move, used by people with different strength, produced completely different results.

Crack!

Zeng Miaomiao’s arm snapped. The broken part flew away and struck the wall. When she fell, cracks spread across her body, and the joints were visibly twisted.

Tan Wenbin got up from the floor and looked at the severed arm in his hand. It was like a dead branch. Just as he was about to swing it like a weapon, it crumbled into dust.

Tan Wenbin opened his mouth and exhaled. White mist came out. In the past, people exhaled warm breath in the dead of winter. Now he was breathing cold vapor in the height of summer.

The wound on the back of his neck also slowly changed from pale to purple.

Just then, Grandma Zeng’s voice came from the second floor:

“You... who exactly are you?”

Tan Wenbin raised his head without hesitation and shouted back:

“The one hundred and eighth generation disciple under Celestial Master Zhang of Longhu Mountain!”

There was no reply from upstairs.

Tan Wenbin knew he could not waste time. He snatched up a stool, ready to finish off the crippled dried corpse.

But unexpectedly, Zeng Miaomiao no longer dared come close and began circling the house to avoid him.

Tan Wenbin chased her around once, then realized he could not keep wasting time like this. As he passed Zeng Yinyin, who had just managed to get back up, he smashed the stool straight into her.

The stool shattered, and Zeng Yinyin collapsed again, blood running down her head.

After that, Tan Wenbin stopped playing cat and mouse. He rushed out of the kitchen into the main hall. He did not immediately head upstairs. Instead, he ran to the room where he had slept, because his hiking bag was still there.

As he ran, a series of light scraping sounds came from the roof. He looked up and saw the second dried corpse crawling above him with one hand, while the other held a cane.

Ignoring her, he kept running. Tan Wenbin leaped into the room, rolled to the side, and landed in front of the hiking bag.

At that exact moment, Grandma Zeng also came after him, dropping down and smashing her cane straight at his face.

Bang!

Tan Wenbin pulled out the Yellow River Spade, extended it, and blocked the blow with the spade’s body.

Grandma Zeng was knocked flying and landed on top of a cabinet.

Tan Wenbin, however, staggered badly, his face twisting as he felt strength gradually slipping away from him.

Without hesitation, he tore off the Sealing Talisman on his forehead, now already blackened, and replaced it with two new ones, one on his forehead and one on his chest.

Buzz!

The ghost husband, who had nearly pulled free, clung tightly to Binbin once more.

Looking down, Tan Wenbin saw thick veins bulging beneath the skin of both arms. His face too felt densely swollen and uneven.

After all, he was not a spirit medium, nor was he performing a spirit medium ritual. He was simply using brute measures to force a result and bind himself to a malevolent spirit.

Every time Lin Shuyou performed a spirit medium ritual, he got injured, but those were just ordinary injuries. Tan Wenbin’s situation was different. If he kept this up, his body might mutate, slowly turning him into something half man, half corpse, and that was the optimistic outcome.

The more likely result was that his body would be completely ruined. He would collapse into a grave illness, then die soon after.

When Li Zhuiyuan kept that ghost in high heels in the dorm room as a guard, it merely failed to meet the lofty moral standards of righteous practitioners in form.

What Tan Wenbin was doing now, though, was a truly proper heretical method. No, even those who walked the heretical path would probably clap him on the shoulder and say: Brother, you are brutal to yourself.

“Hisss... urgh!”

Tan Wenbin’s mouth hung open, and a suppressed sound came from his throat. He was not doing it on purpose. It was simply an instinctive reaction caused by the influence on him.

Then he pulled out the Homecoming Net from the bag, intending to finish things with a clean sweep.

But when he habitually reached into his pocket to press down on the stamp pad, his fingertips suddenly burned with intense pain.

“Ow, ow!”

Tan Wenbin yanked his hand out in agony and rubbed his fingers frantically against the mosquito net beside him.

Damn, I’ve turned into a malevolent spirit!

And not just that, a malevolent spirit carrying pure yang black dog’s blood around with it.

Grandma Zeng lunged at him with the cane again, while Tan Wenbin countered with the Yellow River Spade.

These dried corpses were only quick. In pure strength, they could not compare to Tan Wenbin with the ghost husband possessing him. And unlike them, Tan Wenbin actually had moves and techniques in his head, plus the Yellow River Spade in hand. It did not take long before he slapped Grandma Zeng right out of the room with one strike.

Taking advantage of the opening, Tan Wenbin pursued her into the main hall. One-armed Zeng Miaomiao also rushed out to stop him, but he smacked her flying with another strike of the spade.

A voice came again from the second floor:

“A Corpse Retriever?”

There was no helping it. The Yellow River Spade was standard gear for a Corpse Retriever.

Tan Wenbin did not bother answering. He just kept chasing them down with the shovel.

The two dried corpses could only flee from him, getting struck every so often, while ever denser cracks spread across their bodies.

This feeling really was exhilarating.

Tan Wenbin had truly never imagined that one day he would be able to hold the line all by himself like this.

As for consequences, when someone was in the middle of this kind of thrill, who had time to think about consequences?

But the other side also seemed to have realized his weakness and began dragging things out, trying to burn up his time.

That infuriated Tan Wenbin. His hiking bag did contain plenty of usable tools, but the problem was that most of them had to be temporarily consecrated with pure yang black dog’s blood.

After chasing and hitting them for a while, Tan Wenbin knew this was no good. If he kept dragging it out, he would be the one at a disadvantage.

He had to run.

Earlier, he had not been able to leave because he needed to stay in the Zeng household and follow the clues. Even though he had known full well there was something wrong with the family, he still had to keep up appearances and not be the first to tear open the atmosphere.

But now that they had already flipped the table themselves, all the restraints of Little Yuanhou’s plan were gone. His freedom shot straight to the limit.

Tan Wenbin tried to run outside, but just as he reached the door, the front gate slammed shut.

He raised the spade as if to smash the door, but in truth he was gathering force, waiting for them to come stop him.

Two gusts of wind immediately came from behind him, the left one faster, the right one slower.

Tan Wenbin turned to the right, completely ignoring Grandma Zeng on the left as she brought her cane down on him. Instead, he lifted the spade with both hands and delivered a full-strength blow at the already one-armed Zeng Miaomiao.

Smack!

Zeng Miaomiao raised her remaining arm to block, but her body was already riddled with breaks. Her last arm snapped as well, and the force of the spade barely diminished before it smashed into her skull.

With a crisp crack, her head burst open like a walnut.

That dried corpse finally collapsed for good and stopped moving.

Better to cripple one finger than injure ten.

Little Yuanhou had once said that most malevolent spirits generally possessed intelligence at the level of “how much cunning can beasts really have?”

That was also why Wei Zhengdao’s book emphasized that Dead Sinkers transformed from practitioners of the occult were the hardest to deal with. It was not only that they retained some of the skills they had in life. More importantly, they might understand your methods too.

Grandma Zeng’s second cane strike landed and hit Tan Wenbin again.

Tan Wenbin did not feel much pain. After knocking her back with his spade, he suddenly felt hollow and weak. His body staggered backward on its own, and he had to plant the spade into the ground. He bowed his head, opened his mouth, and—

“Blergh!”

What came out was not the warm rice he had eaten earlier. It was all black water.

Zeng Yinyin had not poisoned him, because she had still wanted to borrow his body to enjoy herself better with her husband.

The reason he was vomiting this stuff meant that his body was undergoing a further transformation.

But while he was retching, Tan Wenbin sharply noticed that Grandma Zeng had stopped moving. She had not taken the chance to attack him. And from the second floor there even came a cry of alarm.

The first half of the cry had been a young woman’s voice, but the second half was an old woman’s rasp.

Out of shock, the voices of Zeng Miaomiao and Grandma Zeng had become confused and overlapped.

What, seeing me like this actually made you feel sorry for me?

Tan Wenbin lowered his head and saw that his spade was standing upright on top of the well that had been welded shut with sheet metal.

Oh.

So I got it wrong.

Tan Wenbin had spent half the afternoon in the courtyard, drinking tea, smoking, and staring at that well.

His conclusion had been that the well definitely had a huge problem, that there was probably something foul sealed inside.

The facts proved he really did have a little ability.

Just not much.

He could not read formations. Every time he entered one, he still had to recite the multiplication table under his breath. But was this even a formation problem? He was just pig-brained.

In a house full of foul things, if there was one place still sealed up, how could that still be where the foul thing was?

Especially given how the other side was reacting now, it really proved the saying: whatever the enemy opposes is exactly what you should do.

Without hesitating any longer, Tan Wenbin gathered what strength he still had and smashed the spade down on the sheet-metal cover.

The force of the recoil almost made his eyes roll back, but thankfully it worked.

The metal sheet broke. When Tan Wenbin lifted the spade again, he pried it open with it and fully exposed the mouth of the well.

Attached to the underside of the metal cover was a large strip of dead fish skin.

Tan Wenbin had not gone upstairs to see the big fish with only half a face left, or he would have guessed that the well had been sealed by the fish sacrificing half of itself.

With the well unsealed, a cool, refreshing aura spread through the house.

Tan Wenbin instantly felt intense searing pain, like countless steel needles were stabbing into him over and over.

With a clang, the spade slipped from his hand. He fell to his knees beside the well, wailing in agony.

Grandma Zeng was no better. White light seeped from the cracks in her bones, as if she were about to split apart.

Upstairs, the big fish thrashed in pain.

The swarm of small fish that had been clinging to Hu Yiwei and sucking his blood all detached themselves, rolled over to expose their white bellies, and died one after another.

Most old houses, even commoners’ homes, took feng shui layout into account when they were built. Wealthy families, or families who knew such things, were even more particular about it.

The Zeng family had kept corpses in the house and still had an offering table upstairs, which proved that up to at least Grandma Zeng’s generation, there had still been some real knowledge in the family.

That was also why the Zeng family could still eat warm food now.

Unlike the Zheng family, which had gone cold long ago.

As for the Xue family, there actually was not much left there either. Li Zhuiyuan had even been able to use the “immortal elder” method to induce Xue’s father into celebrating his longevity early. And when the real ancestors appeared in a dream, Xue’s father’s first reaction had been disbelief.

Li Zhuiyuan’s missing perspective had led to missing information. If he had grasped all this, he would have had to reevaluate and analyze what was special about the Xue family, since they could still eat hot dishes now.

“Ahhh...”

Large areas of burns appeared on Tan Wenbin’s skin.

The protective household formation of the Zeng family residence was gradually resuming operation, and its crushing effect on evil things was beginning to show.

Tan Wenbin tore off the two Sealing Talismans on his body. Earlier, he had been the one forcing the ghost husband to stay. Now all he wanted was for the thing to get the hell away from him.

But the ghost husband would not leave. Instead, he clung even more tightly to Tan Wenbin.

He was not a Yin gods, nor one of the Officers of the Command Banner. As a village malevolent spirit, after being forcibly prolonged twice by Tan Wenbin, he too was already at the end of his strength.

Not to mention that the house formation had reactivated and was now deadly to him. Even without the formation, he no longer had the power to continue harming Tan Wenbin.

All he could do was die together with him.

It was just that he had badly underestimated how many tricks Tan Wenbin had.

Following Little Yuanhou around, Tan Wenbin really had seen a great deal of the world.

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a Dissolution of Evil Talisman and slapped it onto himself.

The instant it touched him, Tan Wenbin’s whole body shuddered, and he spat out a huge mouthful of blood. Behind him, a black shadow peeled away in almost realistic form, then burst into flames.

The ghost husband was already so weak he had no strength left to resist the talisman’s power.

“Ah...”

Freed from the ghost husband’s entanglement, Tan Wenbin still felt awful, but at least the formation was no longer targeting him in that special way.

Just then, he saw Grandma Zeng, whose skin had already burned completely away, leaning on her cane and heading toward the kitchen.

Tan Wenbin did not know what she intended to do, but he knew he had to stop her.

He gripped the Yellow River Spade again, forced himself up, and went after her.

From upstairs came a hurried voice:

“Corpse Retriever, which dock do you sit at?”

Tan Wenbin ignored it and kept going.

“Corpse Retriever, leave now and I will give you a generous gift. Don’t you want a secret manual of inheritance?”

Covered in wounds, Tan Wenbin actually wanted to laugh when he heard that.

As if he lacked manuals.

He could freely read any of the books Little Yuanhou had read, and he had also seen through Lin Shuyou just how well he was being fed.

He truly did not lack manuals. What he lacked was the brain needed to study them.

“Corpse Retriever, name your condition. In the righteous...” The voice cut off, then changed. “Whatever you want, I can satisfy you.”

“Who the hell do you think you are, Aladdin’s lamp?”

The fish upstairs began spitting blood-colored bubbles. Its single fish eye was turning gray-white, and its body was slowly taking on the fluffy look of something boiled.

Back then, it had struggled to enter the Zeng family and waged a long battle of wits with that old grandmother. In the end, it had relied on tempting Zeng Yinyin, promising to help her dead husband’s soul return, and made her its inside accomplice. Only then had it broken the Zeng family.

But it had paid a tremendous price for that. And Zeng Yinyin’s ghost husband had truly protected her, forcing it to slowly accumulate strength before it could move against her.

Now that the formation had restarted while it was still inside the house, it truly no longer had the power to keep suppressing it, or even to resist it much longer.

At this moment, there was only one thought in its fish brain:

Kill Zeng Yinyin.

Complete its mission.

The Zeng family line had to be wiped out.

In truth, it had had the chance earlier. While the ghost husband was being used by that Corpse Retriever, it could have had the dried corpses kill Zeng Yinyin. But it had not done so, because if it had, the ghost husband would have gone mad avenging her.

It might have been a fish, but as long as conditions allowed, it too had ambitions of its own.

Grandma Zeng struggled all the way to Zeng Yinyin’s side. Zeng Yinyin had been knocked unconscious by Tan Wenbin’s stool strike earlier. Though blood still covered her broken head, her chest was rising and falling.

Grandma Zeng raised her cane and aimed its pointed tip at Zeng Yinyin’s chest.

Smack!

The Yellow River Spade arrived in time and struck Grandma Zeng’s skull. There was not much force behind it, but she was already too brittle. Her head turned to powder, and the rest of her body crumbled into dust with it.

Tan Wenbin looked at Zeng Yinyin lying on the ground.

From upstairs came a weak voice:

“If even one member of my Zeng family remains in the future, we will avenge today’s hatred!”

Tan Wenbin turned back and shouted upward:

“Do you think I’m a complete idiot?”

He first found some rope and bound Zeng Yinyin’s hands and feet. Then he tore off part of her clothes and wrapped her head wound to stop her from bleeding to death.

After that, Tan Wenbin forced himself upright with difficulty, leaned on the Yellow River Spade, and went upstairs.

When he pushed open the door to the second floor, a heavy smell of sesame oil hit him in the face.

“Ugh...”

Tan Wenbin gagged and vomited black water again.

Why did this smell so much like Yin Meng’s cooking from that training session a while back?

He did not rush inside. Instead, he kept the door open and used the spade to hook the window open as well.

Then he silently lifted a corner of his bloodstained clothes and covered his nose and mouth with it.

After waiting a while, the smell dispersed and faded.

Then Tan Wenbin got up and walked in.

He saw Hu Yiwei lying on the floor, covered in tiny bite marks, with a whole spread of small fish beside him.

To be honest, fish-lip bite marks looked like dense little lipstick prints.

Tan Wenbin bent down to check. Hu Yiwei was still breathing. Not dead. His eyes were wide open too, and he was conscious.

“Hey. You okay?”

Hu Yiwei twitched a finger. The paralysis affecting him was gradually fading. He would probably recover before long.

“Just treat it like a nightmare. Sleep it off and it’ll be over. Forget it if you can. You’ve already profited.”

According to Little Yuanhou’s thought process, you were supposed to die here, and then Fan Shulin would come find me.

Tan Wenbin looked at the dead fish on the floor. Right now it looked like it had just been steamed and served up, only missing a garnish of scallion, ginger, and garlic.

He picked up the spade and hacked at it for a while. It was already thoroughly dead, but Tan Wenbin thoughtfully gave it one extra service by separating flesh from bone.

After finishing, the pent-up breath in his chest finally dispersed, and all strength began draining from his body. He tried to head downstairs, but his legs gave out and he tumbled all the way down instead.

By the time he rolled to the bottom, he sprawled there, one hand clutching the spade beside him, unable to use it to get back up.

At that moment, a voice came from outside:

“Hahaha, memorial feast! Hahaha, memorial feast!”

Tan Wenbin swept a glance around at the surroundings, rolled his eyes, and cursed:

“You actually dare... steal my line.”

Creak.

The courtyard gate was pushed open from outside. The fish was dead, so the sealing effect on the gate had naturally vanished.

The fool came bouncing in and looked at Tan Wenbin.

At the sight of him, Tan Wenbin gritted his teeth and tried to raise the spade. In the end, he could only drag it up onto his chest.

In his current state, he was wary of everyone.

The problem was, he truly no longer had the strength to fight.

The fool walked into the room, came right up to Tan Wenbin, and bent down with a cheerful grin. He brought his face close, studying Tan Wenbin carefully while also poking him all over with his hand.

“You...”

Squeezing out the last bit of strength in his body, Tan Wenbin lifted the spade slightly higher and pushed it sideways, just enough to graze the fool’s face before it dropped limply again.

That level of attack was no different from a tickle.

But Tan Wenbin felt that, at the very least, he had resisted. That counted as preserving his last shred of dignity before death.

The fool opened his mouth and said:

“A monster wearing human skin, a monster wearing human skin...”

Tan Wenbin’s gaze changed. His first thought was:

“Little Yuanhou?”

The fool continued, “I am a Corpse Retriever, I am a Corpse Retriever...”

“Did Little Yuanhou send you?”

Tan Wenbin relaxed.

So he had not been picked up like a corpse.

This was one of their own.

“Take me to Zhengmen Village and haul that thing out! Take me to Zhengmen Village and haul that thing out!”

“Fine, take me there...”

The fool bent down and hoisted Tan Wenbin onto his back. He might have been simple-minded, but he was strong.

Just as he was about to head out, Tan Wenbin reminded him from his back, “The spade...”

The fool picked up the Yellow River Spade. Just as he was about to leave again, Tan Wenbin spoke from his back once more:

“The hiking bag in the room... the bag...”

Following the directions, the fool went into the room and picked up the hiking bag as well.

This time, he thought he could finally go. But when he reached the doorway, another voice came from his back:

“The woman in the kitchen... take her too...”

As soon as he said that, Tan Wenbin passed out.

He did not know exactly what use that woman might have, but he believed Little Yuanhou probably would.

Late at night,

a fool walked through the alleyways with one person on his back, a bag in his left hand, and a woman dragged along in his right hand.

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