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On the table. Bai Shengming's face was covered with thin layers of blood, like gauze and fog, making it difficult to see clearly. His robe swayed, and at some point, five weapons more than four feet long and as black as ink appeared between his five fingers. Hearing a series of clanging sounds, five weapons flew out automatically and fell into the hands of the five ghosts beside him....