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Chen Lo grabbed the straw mat beside him with one hand and moved the person into the mud pit.,“Is this the content of the brainwave records left behind by that wandering swordsman In other words, can I read the brainwaves of the dead”,Chen Luo glanced at the stray dog raised by his uncle. He remembered when he first came to the city and stayed with his uncle, this mangy dog had bitten a hole in his pants. In the corner, the mangy dog, its tail stiff with anxiety, was hidden away from the foul stench, sensing that something bad might be about to happen.。