Having traversed the Thirteen States for so many years, this was the first time Xi Jianlan felt like he’d trapped himself in a cocoon of his own making.
He was used to being glib, and since Zhuxing Zhai was full of unrestrained men, Xi Jianlan had even climbed into everyone’s bed at least once during those four years at Tianyan Academy.
Everyone acted naturally. Except for Sheng Jiao, who had severe cleanliness obsessions and would throw him out with a sleeve, there wasn’t even a hint of romantic feelings to be seen.
Recently, to save his life, he’d been swindling and deceiving, fabricating quite a few romantic histories between Sheng Jiao and himself.
This time he’d gotten carried away and dragged Ying Qiao’er into his fabrications too.
But he never expected…
That his words would actually become a prophecy.
Ying Zhuo looked at Xi Jianlan with eyes full of unmelting adoration, so burning that Xi Jianlan’s hand trembled when he realized.
Deep feelings, unable to obtain.
Who could have thought that his two random words would actually come true?
‘Dear mother,’ Xi Jianlan thought numbly. ‘What kind of bone-chilling, lineage-ending feng shui is this? Tianyan Academy hasn’t produced many cut-sleeves in hundreds of years—how did I run into one?’
Ying Zhuo was still tilting his head to look at him.
That face, now grown to adulthood, stared directly at him without the youthful innocence of before, instead carrying an aggressive dominance.
Xi Jianlan didn’t know how to speak for a moment and could only pretend to be calm while meeting his gaze.
Just a cut-sleeve—he’d even been a courtesan to escape for his life. What was there to fear?
Ying Zhuo smiled and reached toward Xi Jianlan’s cheek.
Xi Jianlan instinctively grabbed his wrist, his movement suddenly freezing.
What his warm fingers touched wasn’t human flesh but hard wood.
In an instant, Xi Jianlan’s pupils scattered and refocused, the indifference hidden in his eyes almost rising to his brow.
A wooden hand…
Ying Zhuo vaguely felt Xi Jianlan’s gaze was wrong and instinctively tried to withdraw his hand: “Senior Brother?”
“Unable to obtain?”
Xi Jianlan suddenly smiled for some reason. He still gripped Ying Zhuo’s wrist, his fingertip casually tracing two circles on the wooden hand’s back.
Though the wooden hand had no feeling, just seeing his movement made Ying Zhuo’s whole body tremble, as if Xi Jianlan’s fingertip was tracing on his flesh and blood—it was an uncontrollable excitement and madness from deep within.
Xi Jianlan’s whole body seemed to soften, lying sideways on the soft chair, his slender waist almost collapsing to show the curved line of his side.
He bent his elbow to lazily pillow his head on it, smiling as he said: “You like me?”
Ying Zhuo made no attempt to hide it: “Yes, I like Senior Brother.”
Xi Jianlan smiled and reached out to gently lift Ying Zhuo’s chin—this was a condescending gesture with a hint of humiliation, yet when he did it, it was tender and ambiguous, seductive and soul-stirring.
“In this world, those who adore me are as numerous as fish crossing a river. If I were to never separate from each one, even all of Hezhou City couldn’t contain them.”
Xi Jianlan leaned closer gently. He carried a faint osmanthus fragrance, like a bewitching spirit, saying softly: “I only ever love the most capable people—Qiao’er, compared to Sheng Jiao, do you think I would choose you?”
Ying Zhuo’s breathing paused at his approach: “Senior Brother likes Sheng Jiao?”
Xi Jianlan ignored the emotion of secretly feeling apprehensive whenever “Sheng Jiao” was mentioned, saying lightly: “That kind of upright gentleman who serves the public good—sleeping with him is the most exciting.”
Ying Zhuo: “…”
Ying Zhuo could never see through whether his Senior Brother was telling the truth or lies. After a long silence, he softened his voice like a child acting spoiled: “Then if I kill Sheng Jiao, won’t Senior Brother stop liking him?”
Xi Jianlan thought this child was really getting the idea.
“Can you surpass Sheng Jiao now?”
“No.” Ying Zhuo said without blinking, “But I can kill him.”
As long as he killed the person Senior Brother liked, that love with nowhere to go would fall on himself.
This pathological and eerie logic should have been chilling, yet Xi Jianlan actually smiled. He caressed Ying Zhuo’s face, saying gently: “Good. As soon as my lover dies, I’ll be yours.”
The word “lover” clearly pleased Ying Zhuo. He pressed Xi Jianlan’s hand against his face with his wooden hand: “After Sheng Jiao dies, Senior Brother must not think of him anymore.”
Xi Jianlan said gently: “Don’t worry. Sheng Jiao and I are just playing around, only greedy for physical pleasure—there’s no love.”
Ying Zhuo repeated the words “physical pleasure” in a low voice, his eyes showing deep resentment that flashed and disappeared.
Sheng Jiao really had good fortune.
…He absolutely must be killed.
At this time, the black cat ran back again.
It had circled the painted boat several times, the whole cat dizzy and confused: “I feel like the aura of ‘Third Watch Snow’ is everywhere on this painted boat, yet I can’t find the source at all. This little brat didn’t hide it, did he?”
Xi Jianlan tilted his head and made an “mm?” sound.
It was just a Heaven level Xiangwen—why would Ying Zhuo need to hide it?
The black cat got tired of searching and directly abandoned the task, muttering as it transformed into black mist and drilled back into Xi Jianlan’s neck to disappear.
Ying Zhuo gripped Xi Jianlan’s hand, forcing him to spread his palm against his cheek, his eyes curving: “Senior Brother is tired. Sleep for a while.”
Though the two had just reunited, and according to Ying Zhuo’s nature he should have clung to him for an all-night conversation, he was openly and secretly urging him to sleep.
Xi Jianlan applied slight force to withdraw his hand.
Ying Zhuo was forced to let go. His wooden hand curled up, seeming to want to forcibly grab that well-defined hand back and press it against his face to preserve that bit of ambiguous warmth.
Xi Jianlan withdrew his hand but didn’t pull it back. Instead, he gently patted Ying Zhuo’s cheek and smiled with raised eyebrows.
“Why do you keep urging me to sleep? What do you want to do to me?”
Ying Zhuo’s thinking logic was always different from others. He didn’t think what he was doing was shameful, his eyes flowing with sinister spider threads of intertwined black and red as he said naturally: “I want to plant ‘Weaving Under Eaves’ throughout Senior Brother’s spiritual veins while you’re sleeping. Once you become a puppet, you won’t die.”
Xi Jianlan: “…”
Xi Jianlan probably hadn’t expected him to so honestly reveal his plans. His hand froze in mid-air as he fell silent.
This child…
Feng Yu was right—Lixiang Zhai had always produced evil and treacherous people.
No matter how obedient Ying Zhuo appeared in front of him, it was ultimately just a disguise beneath sharpened fangs.
“Senior Brother, don’t be afraid. I won’t let you get hurt.”
Ying Zhuo still gripped his hand, the force both domineering and gentle. From his palm seemed to emerge a snow-white, semi-transparent spider silk that wrapped around Xi Jianlan’s wrist like a dragonfly touching water.
That was his Xiangwen “Weaving Under Eaves.”
“Weaving Under Eaves” silently attached to the vital point on Xi Jianlan’s wrist, bit by bit probing as if trying to drill into his meridians.
Xi Jianlan watched that spider silk with a half-smile, neither resisting nor struggling.
“No one will come to disturb Senior Brother and me anymore.” Ying Zhuo stared directly at Xi Jianlan, making no attempt to hide the covetousness and madness in his eyes.
Xi Jianlan looked at him with interest, saying lazily: “Did you want to turn me into a puppet back then too?”
“Yes.” No matter what Xi Jianlan asked, Ying Zhuo hid nothing. “But those people from Zhuxing Zhai discovered my purpose, and Sheng Jiao even destroyed one of my hands.”
He lightly stroked his right hand, and the human-like skin instantly peeled away, revealing a beautiful, exquisite wooden hand.
Xi Jianlan didn’t even look at the spider silk about to drill into his bone, blood, and meridians, pitifully touching Ying Zhuo’s hand.
“How pitiful.”
Ying Zhuo looked at him obediently: “Has Senior Brother agreed?”
Once “Weaving Under Eaves” drilled into the meridians, Xi Jianlan would completely become a controlled marionette.
No matter how much his mind yearned for freedom, his soul would be trapped in a cage, helplessly watching that body perform actions against his will.
—No different from being dead.
Xi Jianlan lightly hooked that spider thread with his finger and suddenly said something out of nowhere.
“Qiao’er, do you know what a villain is?”
Ying Zhuo didn’t understand but still answered obediently: “Evil, irreconcilably opposed to the righteous path.”
Xi Jianlan pinched Ying Zhuo’s chin, casually examining that handsome face as if appraising an object, saying carelessly: “Doesn’t everyone want to know what my Xiangwen is? Today I’ll simply tell you.”
Ying Zhuo’s breathing stopped again.
What exactly the twelfth Spiritual level Xiangwen of the Thirteen States could do was arguably the most mysterious unsolved mystery of the Thirteen States.
Spiritual level Xiangwen had always been earth-shattering existences from the moment they appeared. Countless people had speculated what it might be, yet never got confirmation. Even during Xi Jianlan’s four years at Tianyan Academy, he had never revealed the slightest hint.
—Except for the already fallen Xi family members, no one else knew.
Today, Xi Jianlan was actually willing to tell him?
This honor belonging only to him made Ying Zhuo’s heart race wildly, his blood almost burning as it surged through his meridians, making his ears ring like drums and gongs.
Xi Jianlan’s gaze inadvertently swept across the bookshelf before continuing to look at Ying Zhuo, speaking lightly.
“‘Endless Words’ is my Xiangwen.”
Ying Zhuo’s heart pounded, unable to tell what ability this Xiangwen name represented.
“What is it?”
Xi Jianlan didn’t hide it either: “—It can see through the truth of this world.”
“Truth?”
“Actually, this world is a book with an already written ending.” Xi Jianlan’s words were shocking. His finger lightly hooked the snow-white spider silk, winding it around, his tone calm as if discussing the most ordinary matter.
“You and I are both destined to be defeated villains. Sheng Jiao is the child of Heaven’s will, favored by fate.”
Ying Zhuo’s eyes darkened, his wooden hand gripping tightly with a disturbing “crack crack” sound.
“A book…?”
Ying Zhuo instinctively felt this was nonsense, but Xi Jianlan’s eyes were too beautiful and pure, clear as if filled with rippling water—no one could disbelieve those eyes.
Especially not Ying Zhuo.
After staring at him for a while, Ying Zhuo said in a low voice: “I’m… destined to be defeated by Sheng Jiao?”
No wonder Sheng Jiao was so favored by Heaven’s will. “Worthy of Heavenly Dao” was almost unmatched, truly monstrous.
So he was actually the child of Heaven’s will?
Xi Jianlan applied slight force, lifting Ying Zhuo’s chin to make his confused gaze meet his own, saying gently: “I already knew everyone’s ending six years ago. You will also be defeated once today.”
But Ying Zhuo said: “No, I’ve already killed Sheng Jiao, Heng Yudu, and Feng Yu. This time I absolutely won’t be defeated.”
Xi Jianlan: “…”
Killed, killed who?
Ying Zhuo explained: “Right now, Senior Brother and I are in a painted boat. I’ve sealed Hezhou City with restrictions so no one can leave. In a little while, the nuclear boat will take on water and everyone inside will die.”
Xi Jianlan’s profound smile stiffened slightly. He closed his eyes and was silent for a while, then opened them again with that same calm, strategic appearance.
He said lightly: “Sheng Jiao won’t die.”
If “Worthy of Heavenly Dao” and “Exchange for Bright Moon” could die so easily in a small Hezhou City, Spiritual level Xiangwen wouldn’t make countless families in the Thirteen States flock to them.
“Even if he doesn’t die, he’ll be trapped in Hezhou City for half a day and can’t easily come out to kill me.”
Ying Zhuo was arrogant and conceited. The shock from being frightened by “Endless Words'” ending instantly disappeared. He smiled and repeated: “Senior Brother, I won’t be defeated by Sheng Jiao.”
Xi Jianlan said: “Who said you’d be defeated by Sheng Jiao today?”
Ying Zhuo asked with interest: “Then who will I be defeated by?”
Xi Jianlan slightly closed his eyes, as if thinking about the contents of “Endless Words.” After a moment, he said straightforwardly: “Did you obtain a new Xiangwen today called ‘Third Watch Snow’?”
This time Ying Zhuo didn’t avoid the topic of Xiangwen paintings, nodding: “Will this Xiangwen painting cause my defeat?”
“Exactly.” Xi Jianlan said methodically, “Yu Tuishan of Evil Qi Road learned from Qin… Qin Si, that’s the name, right. From Qin Si that someone was privately trading Xiangwen in Evil Qi Road. Following the trail, he’ll come to Hezhou City and bring that girl Qin Banban at the third watch to identify you as the one who extracted her Xiangwen.”
Ying Zhuo’s pupils contracted slightly.
“And then?” he asked.
“Yu Tuishan won’t permit Xiangwen trading in Evil Qi Road.” Xi Jianlan said, “After finding ‘Third Watch Snow,’ he’ll seal your spiritual power and throw you into a snow disaster illusion to fend for yourself, dying from freezing.”
Ying Zhuo suddenly laughed.
Xi Jianlan said calmly: “What are you laughing at?”
“Senior Brother.” Ying Zhuo gripped Xi Jianlan’s wrist, his fingertip gently caressing that cool, pale skin, murmuring in a low voice: “The people from Zhuxing Zhai all say you never speak a word of truth. I didn’t believe it before.”
Xi Jianlan’s expression didn’t change, and even his pulse and heartbeat didn’t quicken in the slightest.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I originally believed Senior Brother. Whatever you said, I believed completely.” Ying Zhuo gazed at him gently. “But it’s wrong.”
Xi Jianlan couldn’t figure out which of his words had gone wrong.
Ying Zhuo considerately solved his confusion: “‘Third Watch Snow’ is gone. I’ve completely integrated it into the painted boat. Even if Yu Tuishan comes, he won’t find the slightest trace, much less be able to activate a snow disaster illusion to kill me in it.”
Completely different from what Xi Jianlan had said.
Either the result of “Endless Words” was false, or…
Everything Xi Jianlan said was nonsense.
Xi Jianlan’s fingertip unconsciously moved, his gaze vacant for a moment.
“Integrated into the painted boat?”
“Evil Qi Road never snows.”
Ying Zhuo’s voice was light and soft, like a chill slowly climbing up Xi Jianlan’s back. That familiar handsome face seemed possessed by an evil spirit—clearly smiling obediently and gently, yet making people shiver with fear.
“The first time I met Senior Brother was on a snowy day.” Ying Zhuo’s expression carried some nostalgia and pathological obsession as he stared directly at Xi Jianlan’s face. “‘Third Watch Snow’ Xiangwen is peculiar. It’s perfect as decoration for the painted boat, allowing this place to have heavy snow year-round.”
Xi Jianlan was stunned, staring at him blankly.
Ying Zhuo almost reverently held Xi Jianlan’s hands with both of his, his eyebrows and eyes full of expectant joy.
“Senior Brother, stay here with me forever.”
As soon as he finished speaking, “Weaving Under Eaves,” which had been lingering at Xi Jianlan’s wrist, suddenly drilled viciously into Xi Jianlan’s meridians like a swimming dragon, leaving a hideous bloody mark.
***
Hezhou City.
The bursting flood rushed in, washing countless cultivators about in disarray. They struggled to leave this place, but no matter how much spiritual power they input into their jade tokens for entering and exiting Hezhou City, it was useless. They could only use wind control to reach the highest point of Hezhou City.
Feng Yu summoned two fierce ghosts to lift Heng Yudu’s wheelchair, saving Director Heng’s noble shoe soles from getting wet.
Heng Yudu looked down and fiddled with the jade token for a long time before reaching a conclusion: “Can’t get out.”
Feng Yu sat on his wheelchair armrest, saying irritably: “So we’re just going to wait here to die?”
“Isn’t Sheng Jiao looking for a way out?” Heng Yudu frowned, turning the jade token back and forth in his hands—this was his characteristic gesture when anxious.
Feng Yu was puzzled: “Then why are you anxious?”
“I’m worried about Jianlan.” Heng Yudu sighed silently.
“Why worry about that lying little swindler?” Feng Yu sneered. “Besides, Ying Qiao’er is madly in love with him and won’t harm him in the slightest. At worst, he’ll just turn him into a puppet. When the time comes, Sheng Jiao can go over and strike that death-seeking fool into charcoal with heavenly thunder, then extract ‘Weaving Under Eaves.'”
But Heng Yudu shook his head: “I’m not worried that Ying Zhuo will harm Jianlan.”
What he was really worried about was the “Abandoned Immortal Bone” in Xi Jianlan’s hands.
Xi Jue had been joking around and causing trouble everywhere since he was young. He seemed carefree, arrogant, and unrestrained, but everyone in Zhuxing Zhai knew he actually had a softer heart than anyone.
Ying Qiao’er was obsessive and sinister. Even if he really planned to turn Xi Jianlan into a puppet, Xi Jianlan probably wouldn’t even get angry.
But if something happened to Qin Banban’s “Third Watch Snow”…
Heng Yudu always had an ominous premonition in his heart. His eyebrows and eyes were rarely full of anxiety as he raised his hand to release another glass bird to search for the missing Sheng Jiao.
Seeing the usually calm Heng Yudu so agitated, Feng Yu also became nervous: “Then… can Sheng Jiao break this restriction?”
“I don’t know.” Heng Yudu said, “If he’s still at the Void Return realm, it might be difficult.”
As the two were talking, a pale thunder light suddenly flashed across the gray sky of Hezhou City.
Overwhelming thunder crashed down!
The thunder was deafening. Even Feng Yu couldn’t withstand it and covered his ears, roaring at Heng Yudu like a mad dog: “No wonder he always uses silent thunder! If Xi Jue heard this! His soul would run a hundred and eight thousand li away!”
Heng Yudu remained composed in the thunderstorm, gracefully stroking his glass bird.
He sensed the spiritual power containing Spiritual level Xiangwen, his eyes moving slightly.
Sheng Jiao was definitely no longer simply at the Void Return realm. His mental state had probably entered the Great Ascension realm, just lacking a breakthrough opportunity.
“This is bad.” Heng Yudu said softly.
Feng Yu read his lips and roared: “What’s bad?! Are we going to die here?”
Heng Yudu shook his head: “I forgot to remind Jianlan.”
The several “Exchange for Bright Moon” glass jade slips he’d given Xi Jianlan could last a month against those below the Void Return realm.
But against those at the Void Return realm and above, the effect would be greatly reduced—ten days was the limit.
Heng Yudu silently prayed that Xi Jianlan wouldn’t use those jade slips on Sheng Jiao.
Sheng Jiao, at half-step Great Ascension realm, controlled the wind in mid-air. His Tianyan pearls were restless for some reason, as if unable to control that overwhelming killing intent.
Rumble.
Wave after wave of heavenly thunder was summoned by him from the spiritual power between heaven and earth, striking mercilessly at Hezhou City’s restrictions.
After ten heavenly thunders.
The sky seemed to be forcibly torn open, the chaotic void twisting endlessly as Evil Qi Road’s spiritual power hissed and leaked in.
Hezhou City’s restrictions had actually been violently split open by him?!
The cultivators below who were still struggling desperately stared at the sky in shock, stunned for a long time before recognizing the black figure controlling wind in mid-air.
“Is that Sect Master Sheng?!”
“Xiezhi Sect’s Sheng Jiao?”
“Sect Master Sheng’s great kindness!”
With no time for more words, everyone struggled to control wind and rush toward the crack.
Feng Yu commanded fierce ghosts to lift the wheelchair, instantly arriving before Sheng Jiao.
Sheng Jiao seemed to think Feng Yu’s ghosts were too slow and casually grabbed the wheelchair with one hand.
With a flash of heavenly thunder, the three instantly left Hezhou City, which was already half-flooded.
Something major had happened in Hezhou City, nearly killing tens of thousands of people. The news spread throughout Evil Qi Road in no time.
What kind of good people would come to Evil Qi Road? They’d come to buy something and nearly lost their lives. Countless cultivators cursed and made a fuss, demanding Evil Qi Road give them justice.
At the crispy fish stall in the nineteenth alley, Yu Tuishan sat on the steps swinging his little legs while eating crispy fish. Hearing the commotion on the main street, he curiously poked his head out to look.
“So many people.”
The stall owner was a fierce-looking demon cultivator, yet he wore a pink apron and curled up in his small stall, busily working. The fragrance of crispy fish could be smelled from far away.
“Sir, they seem to be making a fuss demanding Evil Qi Road give them justice.”
Yu Tuishan almost choked on a peppercorn. His eyes reddened as he coughed and laughed breathlessly.
“Justice? Hahaha!” The crispy fish in his hand nearly fell as Yu Tuishan laughed until his eyes watered. “In this Evil Qi Road, someone actually wants justice from me? What a ridiculous joke.”
Evil Qi Road’s main street was noisy and chaotic. The lanterns hanging on both sides swayed everywhere from the crowd, almost falling to the ground and catching fire.
Feng Yu shook the water off his sleeves, saying with disgust: “That bastard Ying Qiao’er, I’ll kill him sooner or later.”
Heng Yudu said: “Wuzhuo, can you find where Jianlan is?”
Sheng Jiao said nothing. The 107 Tianyan pearls in his hand suddenly scattered, flying out with threads of thunder patterns.
Heng Yudu was stunned, as if understanding something: “You put that Tianyan pearl…”
On Xi Jianlan?!
The 107 Tianyan pearls moved extremely fast, returning like arrows in an instant with a crisp “click,” connecting into a pearl string hanging from Sheng Jiao’s wrist.
Sheng Jiao’s dark eyes seemed to flash with thunder patterns as he suddenly looked up at the water-patterned sky.
Evil Qi Road’s sky was the surface of Chang River. You could even see the bright moon through the thin water flow.
The moon seemed reflected on the water surface, rippling with layers of sparkling waves.
A painted boat that seemed upside down leisurely crossed the sky.
“Bang—”
Sheng Jiao rose on the wind. Before getting close, he sensed powerful spiritual energy emanating from the painted boat.
Heng Yudu was shocked, his face instantly changing.
“Sheng Jiao!”
Sheng Jiao seemed to sense something, his expression becoming extremely dark. His tall figure was like a flash of lightning. Before Heng Yudu could finish speaking, he charged toward the painted boat in the sky like an unstoppable force.
Another loud crash, and the painted boat hanging upside down in the sky shook violently.
Ying Zhuo’s pupils contracted sharply. His back pressed against the half-collapsed carved wooden door as he looked ahead in shock. His exquisite wooden right hand had already shattered into wood chips, falling with the howling snow from outside.
Strips of ink-lettered white gauze were blown by the wind into tangles. Snow fell heavily through the broken painted boat windows. Xi Jianlan stood alone in the center, his long hair flowing down, his hands hanging at his sides trembling finely.
“Gone?”
He murmured two words.
Ying Zhuo struggled to steady himself, looking down at his hand.
Xi Jianlan was clearly a waste with lost cultivation—how could he have such spiritual power?
A soft “hiss.”
Faint purple spiritual power flashed on Xi Jianlan’s thin body, making his black hair dance wildly in mid-air.
Xi Jianlan’s steady breathing began to tremble violently. Under his meridians, something seemed to be crawling around, eerily making people shiver.
Ying Zhuo was startled and shouted: “Xi Jianlan!”
He actually used “Abandoned Immortal Bone”?!
A black mist suddenly burst from Xi Jianlan’s neck, transforming into a black cat on the spot.
Its fur stood on end in fright as it said in terror: “Xi Jianlan! Stop, we’ll die!”
Xi Jianlan laughed softly. A purple pattern slowly crawled up his pale, sickly face, both alluring and sinister.
He brought his blood-covered hand to his lips. His crimson tongue tip licked his wrist, then his teeth seemed to bite something as they closed slightly. He swung his wrist down decisively.
The “Weaving Under Eaves” that had penetrated most of his meridians was forcibly extracted by him. The semi-transparent spider silk was already stained with blood, splashing a hideous bloody mark across Xi Jianlan’s face when pulled out.
Xi Jianlan seemed to feel no pain, not even blinking as he gently opened his blood-stained lips and let the spider silk fall from between them.
Ying Zhuo stared at him blankly: “Senior Brother?”
The wound on his wrist healed rapidly. Xi Jianlan turned his head slowly and gently toward Ying Zhuo.
A large amount of “Abandoned Immortal Bone” spread through his meridians, temporarily and powerfully filling him with overwhelming Xiangwen spiritual power, so much so that even a cold, stern look carried murderous intent.
He lightly parted his lips, speaking word by word as if murmuring a lover’s name.
Yet the killing intent on his body rose layer by layer, instantly reaching its peak.
“Ying, Zhuo.”
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