72. The Tale of the Blood Witch (6) Sshhhhhhh—! It was an evening of drizzling torrential rain. People who had gone out in light clothing, assuming it would only be a passing shower, wore thoroughly displeased expressions as they boarded the long-distance self-driving carriage. “Tch, my clothes are soaked through.” There were few people who boarded this self-driving carriage that...
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