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“Xiao Luo, you’re almost twenty, right” Uncle San watched Chen Luo work diligently, his eyes filled with pride.,The day after the burial, Chen Luo, who had received the reward money, bought some of the medicinal herbs he needed for his obsession.,The medicinal water was boiled, the herbs reduced to a pulp. The pitch-black liquid in the earthenware pot didn't look like something a human could drink at all.。