[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 9, Chapter 5]

Chapter Five: The So-Called Drug Rape

Although it was a guest room, its furnishings were extremely luxurious, with dozens of lamps illuminating the room as bright as day.

"Damn, even a small guest room is this lavish; wouldn't the main room be even more outrageous?" After

the two maids left, Yang Cun got up to inspect the room's decor. To be honest, compared to

this was incredibly shabby.

The purple-gold wood tables and chairs, the gold-inlaid furniture, and the calligraphy and paintings by famous figures in the official kiln porcelain vases all highlighted

the owner's taste. A calligraphy scroll on the main wall, its author unknown, was powerful and vigorous,

clearly extraordinary.

Of course, these weren't what attracted Yang Cun. He walked over and picked up a gold tiger figurine placed under the scroll,

putting it in his mouth to test it.

"Pah, it really is pure gold." He clicked his tongue in disapproval, then suddenly realized something was wrong. Turning around, he saw the woman

standing outside the door.

"Lan Yue?" Unable to contain his surprise, Yang Cun hadn't expected this beautiful woman to be there.

With graceful bearing and captivating beauty, Lan Yue smiled subtly at Yang Cun as he turned around, then knelt and said,

"Greetings, Your Excellency. I've brought some soup; would you like some?" Without waiting for Yang Cun's approval, she

entered, closing the door behind her. With each step, a strange fragrance wafted into his nostrils. Yang Cun shivered

; the suppressed heat within him surged again.

This time, Zhao Qinyun was ruthless, going all in and sending her to bed. He hadn't gotten his hands on

this courtesan at the teahouse, but she was persistent. Although he loved money and women, appearing

lacking in decorum in front of such a beauty would be beneath him. Seeing that he was still holding her pure gold tiger, Yang Cun casually

put it down , chuckled lewdly, and quickly took a few steps, plopping down on the soft bed with an

air of anticipation.

Having already tasted the woman's scent, that intoxicating, soul-stirring pleasure, and with the meditation he'd undergone before coming here,

Yang Cun felt his self-control had improved somewhat. So, despite his lustful nature, Yang Cun didn't display his usual hasty behavior,

calmly observing how this courtesan would manage to win his heart.

How could Lan Yue not understand Yang Cun's thoughts? With a charming smile, she nonchalantly stepped forward,

her delicate hand, adorned with carmine, boldly brushing against Yang Cun's lips, exclaiming softly, "Oh, Your Highness is drooling."

"Oh, perhaps your soup is too thick," Yang Cun replied casually, suppressing the

strange He looked up and saw a small reflection of himself in Lan Yue's eyes.

The delicate fragrance of her perfume mingled with her body scent filled his nostrils, and before him lay Lan Yue's smiling, alluring face, her long, phoenix-shaped eyes brimming with countless seductive

charms . Tonight, Lan Yue was different from the previous two times, as if she had transformed into a bewitching enchantress.

"My lord, are you only captivated by soup? I won't stand for it."

The light was bright enough to prevent any disturbance to one's emotions or any impulsive actions. With her back to the light

, Lan Yue slowly smiled at Yang Cun, taking a sip of the soup from her own bowl before

scooping up a spoonful and bringing it to Yang Cun's lips. She leaned slightly forward, her breath sweet as orchids in his ear, saying, "My lord, you can rest assured,

I have no intention of harming you."

Tonight, Lan Yue had abandoned her usual light gauze attire, dressed conservatively, so her bent-over

posture . However, the warmth of her breath on Yang Cun's face caused a surge of heat to rise rapidly, reaching

his lower abdomen. Yang Cun felt inexplicably nervous, momentarily captivated by her allure. He didn't know why, but he remained

silent, taking the soup, spoonful and all, into his mouth.

Lan Yue lowered her head, giggling softly. Looking at her small, gleaming teeth, Yang Cun regretted

not having spent more time practicing their skills in matters of the heart.

Lan Yue was an expert; she saw through his disguise with just a simple movement. What

puzzled was why she was so different tonight from how she appeared at the teahouse that day. But he quickly dismissed his doubts with

self-deprecation. Lan Yue was different from the Gao Lianxin and An Qiao sisters; she had learned how to seduce men. What was so strange about having a few more

methods ?

How could his own nature be so pure? His morals had vanished, yet he still possessed some purity? And Tang Ran was still in

front of a woman? Yang Cun, you're not a real man.

Torn by conflicting emotions, Yang Cun unconsciously cooperated with Lan Yue's actions. The bowl of thick soup was quickly emptied, and

finally—whether intentionally or unintentionally—before the spoon reached Yang Cun's mouth, Lan Yue's hand flicked it, and it all

ended up on Yang Cun's clothes.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so clumsy," Lan Yue said urgently, but her expression showed no fear. She placed her soft hand

on Yang Cun's chest, staring intently into his eyes, before saying, "Shall I change for you, sir? You're

drunk, and the young master ordered hot water to be prepared. I'll serve you a bath; perhaps that will make you more comfortable."

If this were said to be innocent and devoid of any seduction, who would believe it? The moment he nodded woodenly, Yang Cun

realized this scene was all too familiar. Wasn't it the same when he took Li Caiyu's body last time? The

only difference was that he was the passive one. Both were women, yet

their allure was entirely different.

In the desolate Northeast, there grows a herb called "Worry-Free," with a uniquely fragrant and refreshing aroma. It's harmless to the body when ingested

, but it can adjust the mind to a primal state; those with quick minds will experience a slight slowing, while

those with strong desires will be easily aroused. The effects of the drug only lasted six hours; after that, everything returned to normal…

Considering Yang Cun's exceptionally strong will, the herbal juice was present in both the soup and wine, and even Lan Yue

's clothes had been scented with it. Therefore, Yang Cun found her every smile and gesture irresistibly alluring,

easily becoming captivated. From the moment Lan Yue's hand touched his chest, and his heart pounded uncontrollably, Yang Cun understood

something.

The infamous rape case flashed through his mind; was Lan Yue going to do something similar to him?

He was still fully conscious. With a sly chuckle, perhaps due to the drug's effects, Yang Cun

wasn't particularly resistant to what was to come, even harboring a faint anticipation?

Lust is a man's nature; with his inner strength sealed, completely unable to resist, like a fish on a chopping block, Yang Cun

felt no fear. It's said that men most easily remember two things: the women they've raped, and the

women who raped them. Staring at Lan Yue's swaying, subtly seductive waist, and that face that drove so many men mad.

Suddenly, Yang Cun's restless heart yearned to verify the truth of this saying. "

To die beneath the peony blossoms, even as a ghost, is a romantic endeavor."

Yang Cun was lustful, but he also absolutely valued his life. Death? If anyone thought that, their head had definitely been

slammed in a door. As soon as he gave the signal, Yang Tongbao, lurking outside the door, would rush in immediately.

It would just be a chance to experience the romantic escapades beneath the peony blossoms. However, what embarrassed Yang Cun was that he hadn't

expected to be eavesdropped on by Yang Tongbao.

He hadn't heard anything on the ship to Hangzhou, but now he had. He wondered if the boy had any self-control.

If he were to be consumed by lust, that would truly be a sin. Hehe…

While Yang Cun was lost in thought, Lan Yue had already put down her porcelain bowl, walked to the door, turned to Yang Cun with a charming smile,

and clapped her hands.

The door opened, and two soldiers entered, carrying a large bathing tub. After the screen was

properly , a group of maids filed in, each carrying a copper basin filled with boiling water.

Whether from the scalding heat or the steam, their faces were flushed.

The room immediately filled with steam.

The scalding water was poured into the bathtub, and after a certain amount had accumulated, the temperature cooled considerably. After dismissing the maids and

closing the door, Lan Yue, knowing that Yang Cun was watching her intently, didn't look up. With light, graceful steps, she unabashedly rolled up her sleeves to test

the water's temperature. The screen was oddly placed, but it didn't obstruct Yang Cun's view; he clearly saw

Lan Yue's movement as she swept her wide sleeves up to her upper arm. 　　A section of her arm, as white and tender as lotus root, was tinged with a faint pink. The fact that she could roll up her sleeves like that meant Lan Yue wasn't wearing anything under her seemingly tight robe. 　　As her slender arm moved with the water, Yang Cun's breathing quickened, and his throat felt slightly dry. So, he lowered his sleeves, a faint sense of loss creeping into his heart. 　　"My lord, the water is warm enough. It will get cold if you don't wash soon. Let me serve you." She approached gracefully, offering her hand to help him. Every movement of Lan Yue was alluring to the bone; a casual glance was enough to make Yang Cun's heart flutter . 　　Was this the difference between a vixen and a maiden? 　　Aside from his natural strength, Yang Cun couldn't muster much force. As Lan Yue led him behind the screen, and her hand touched his belt, he suddenly felt a pang of panic. 　　"Damn it, I've been with women before, what's wrong with me?" Yang Cun thought, his expression becoming increasingly embarrassed. 　　"Does my lord find me unsuitable?" Lan Yue smiled charmingly, tilting her head back, her cherry lips slightly parted. They stood very close, and Yang Cun could feel her soft, delicate body. 　　Damn, no matter how experienced she was, wasn't she still a woman? Fueled by a sense of triumph and renewed fighting spirit, Yang Cun gritted his teeth and embraced Lan Yue, his large hand sweeping over her shapely buttocks. With a wicked smile, he said, "Alright, I'll bathe, but... my beauty must bathe with me." 　　A bath for two—today, he'd savor the exquisite pleasure. 　　However, to Yang Cun's surprise, the sensation under his hand was incredibly clear. 　　The clothes were tight, yet the fabric was thin. Through that thin layer, he could clearly feel the smoothness of her skin and the pulsation of the cells beneath the surface. 　　Not only was she not wearing anything underneath, but there was an eighty percent chance that Lan Yue was wearing nothing at all. This discovery made it impossible for Yang Cun to maintain his composure. He tightened his grip on her round, firm buttocks, wishing he could tear off the fabric to see how true his guess was. 　　"Ah..." A seductive moan escaped her lips, and Lan Yue seemed to lose her balance, falling slightly into Yang Cun's arms. Her soft breasts pressed against his strong chest before she quickly pulled away, her pretty face flushed with a delicate blush. She pleaded coquettishly, "My lord, you've hurt me!" 　　Prostitutes are heartless, actors are unfaithful—this woman before him, who could even blush, was that perfectly placed blush real? Her alluring, coy demeanor stimulated Yang Cun's core, a heat rising in his lower abdomen, his desire beginning to awaken. 　　To hell with schemes and plots, to hell with calculations! How could he repay ? Yang Cun's eyes darkened, and his large hand reached for Lan Yue's belt, ready to tear it open. He said , "Don't worry, I'm the gentlest. Since this beauty is throwing herself at me with such taste, I'll serve you this once more." 　　But Yang Cun failed; slender fingers precisely gripped his wrist, rendering him immobile for a moment. 　　"My lord, I'm just a courtesan, of humble appearance. How could I possibly accept your service? Let me serve you instead." Lan Yue's phoenix eyes flashed, her face displaying an innocent, charming smile. 　　What could be more torturous than this? Possessing the cultivation of a fourth-level Dan cultivator, yet unable to move, held captive by a woman. Though frustrated, it wasn't entirely anger. He could only suppress it with deep breaths. Playing hard to get? It really could arouse a man 's curiosity and thirst for knowledge. 　　Yang Cun only knew that his heart was itching unbearably, unaware that this was only the beginning. Zhao Qinyun sent Lan Yue over, not just to give him a woman, but... which is more effective: to eat and forget, or to keep something in one's heart and seduce a man? Even a fool knows. 　　Unfortunately, by the time Yang Cun realized this, it was too late. At that moment, he could only shed a single tear of regret at the illusory beauty. 　　Only a courtesan like Lan Yue could undress a man so skillfully and without changing her expression . Outer robe, inner garment, until Yang Cun's chest was exposed, Lan Yue still didn't stop, her slender hand reaching for his underpants. As her fingers slid, her fingertips brushed against Yang Cun's small but absolutely sensitive nipples, causing him to tremble. 　　His body wasn't unfamiliar to women, not just one. An Qiao, An Ning, Gao Lianxin, Li Caiyu, and yes, the demoness from the Demonic Sect. Forcing someone to perform oral sex on him was in broad daylight, and now, even in the brightest light of the room, it was still night. 　　The difference was that before, Yang Cun always held absolute control over everyone, unlike now where he was the passive one. 　　Lan Yue's hand went to her belt, skillfully unbuckled it, and then slowly slid it down. A humiliating pleasure rose in Yang Cun's heart, and his cells began to stir with excitement again. Moreover, because of Lan Yue's squatting posture, her cherry lips were exactly in sync with his penis, only a few centimeters apart.

Oral sex—that was the only word Yang Cun could think of. Lust was a man's instinct, and he couldn't admit to being

wicked and obscene.

This excitement wasn't the problem; the problem was that his penis couldn't withstand the stimulation.

It stood erect, proudly rising as his underpants were pulled down. For a moment, Yang Cun even felt the head of his penis touch Lan Yue's lips.

Was this embarrassing? After all, his cultivation wasn't quite there yet; his skin wasn't thick enough to build a city wall.

Yang Cun felt uneasy.

Now wasn't the time to be timid. Hiding all his emotions, Yang Cun calmly looked at Lan Yue's face,

reaching out lift her chin, wanting to see her embarrassed or flustered.

He wished he hadn't looked; what he saw immediately deflated his confidence.

Lan Yue's expression was still charming and alluring, but also composed

. She didn't seem shy or embarrassed at all about seeing a man's penis.

It was such a large size, how could she have ignored it? Such composure, such calmness—

how many men's penises must one have seen to cultivate such a level of skill? Even if he were allowed to see any woman's

body , he would still react!

Influenced by his frustrated mood, his manhood obediently lowered its head again.

Well, now he'd really lost face. Annoyed by this ambiguous situation, Yang Cun strode

into the bathtub, not caring whether his manhood would once again be seen by others.

Speaking of which, with such luxurious furnishings here, at least a separate bathroom should have been built.

Even though was made of purple-gold nanmu wood and crafted to a sleek finish, it still felt somewhat shabby.

Hmph, Zhao Qinyun is a master who pretends to be virtuous when nothing's wrong and complains when something is. Not content with criticizing the young master,

he turned his gaze to Lan Yue.

The water was quite full, and as Yang Cun squatted down, some water overflowed from the edge, spreading on the floor and

wetting Lan Yue's embroidered shoes. His eyes darted around, and he grinned wickedly.

Since she'd even seen him exposed, he should at least get some interest. With a wicked thought, Yang

Cun waved his hand, and the water in the bathtub flew solidly onto Lan Yue.

"Ah..." Lan Yue cried out in surprise, not even flinching, letting the water soak her all over, leaving her soaked.

She smiled and said, "Why are you in such a hurry, my lord? This servant will serve you right away." As she spoke, she walked towards the table.

If all women in the world acted like this, Yang Cun estimated he would probably go crazy.

"My lord, would you like some water to moisten your throat?"

Yang Cun suddenly felt a little speechless. How did this woman know that he was thirsty? Yang Cun

didn't stand on ceremony, took the cup, and drank it all in one gulp. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a jade-like beautiful leg

lift up and step into the large tub, big enough to hold three or four people bathing together, after him.

This woman really wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"This servant will serve my lord in his bath." She obediently knelt down beside the comfortably reclining Yang Cun, the water reaching above

Lan Yue's shoulders. She didn't take off her clothes, leaving them wet.

The fabric blocked further exploration, but beneath the completely soaked clothes, her two prominent nipples were all too obvious

. Yang Cun reached out and covered her alluring breasts beneath the wet clothes,

squeezing them hard with all his might because he was still angry about her earlier teasing.

"Mmm..." Lan Yue suppressed a muffled groan, not stopping him. She picked up

a , carefully dripped a drop into her palm, spread it evenly, and then

applied it to Yang Cun's chest.

The soothing fragrance seeped into his skin and was quickly absorbed, calming his mind and easing his

tension .

This stuff must be like modern essential oils, right? Men use essential oils? And when they bathe

? Seeing that Lan Yue didn't stop him, Yang Cun's heart fluttered, and he stretched out his arm to reach under Lan Yue's skirt.

Since she was here to serve him, what he did to her wasn't too much to ask, right? They'd gone this far with the wet temptation

; she shouldn't have any reason to refuse him. So, was she sealing her internal energy because she was afraid he'd slap her

away?

His hand was restrained again, and Yang Cun sneered.

These days, are prostitutes all about pretending to be virtuous while being a whore? To hell with that.

"Your Excellency is being rather improper, isn't he?" Her soft, gentle voice belied the resolute movements beneath her

.

"Oh? Beauty, I thought you were here to serve me." Unable to contain his sneer, he grabbed Lan Yue's

chin , looking her directly at her. Yang Cun wanted to see what tricks this woman was up to.

A mocking expression flashed in her misty eyes as Lan Yue parted her pearly teeth: "Yes, I was

serving Your Excellency while you bathed."

Screw your pretense. A surge of anger rose within Yang Cun. His eyes turned cold. He withdrew his hand, lay back,

closed his eyes, and coldly said, "Then let's begin."

Zhao Qinyun? You brought this woman here to play hard to get, then just leave, right? " If

I had known it would turn out like this, I really wouldn't have bothered serving you and would have gone back to Yipinlou. Why bother with

this suffering when you have the An sisters to rely on?"

A hazy mist lingered year-round, and a stunningly beautiful woman accompanied an old woman within it, enjoying this

rare essence. Closest to them was only a monkey with an extremely unfriendly expression; what was truly remarkable

were its nine tails standing upright obediently behind it.

Looking out, what ordinary people saw as drifting, ethereal mist, they perceived as a

majestic, towering, and undulating mountain.

Lush and verdant, it was clearly a desirable place.

"Lianxin, haven't you been wondering how I saved the Duke of Zhiguo that day? If you're wondering, why don't you ask?"

The old woman was none other than Granny Liu. And the stunningly beautiful woman was undoubtedly Gao Lianxin.

That day, Yang Cun's soul was taken by the Flame Dragon, and it was actually the seemingly powerless old woman who

saved . Not only Gao Lianxin, but even Long Chi found this strange. They could all

feel , but none of them could figure out where it came from.

Out of respect for Grandma Liu, Long Chi remained silent and didn't ask. Unexpectedly, Grandma Liu herself

wanted to speak at this moment.

"Grandma, Senior Brother Long said that Grandma is no ordinary person, so it's not surprising that you were able to save Grandpa." Because Grandma Liu should

Nuo was willing to pass on all his medical skills to Gao Lianxin, so she became Liu's apprentice, later than Long Chi,

and thus addressed him as senior brother. However, she still addressed Liu as "Grandma.

" "Hehe, you think too highly of this old woman. How am I not an ordinary person? I'm just

an ." With a loud laugh, Liu's expression held an indescribable quality. Looking at Gao Lianxin, her tone

became serious, and she said, "I... just have something to rely on."

"Something to rely on?" Gao Lianxin was puzzled, not quite understanding Liu's words.

"Lianxin, do you know what the Five Elements are?" Perhaps because of her solemnity, Liu's eyes

gave off a strange feeling. Without giving Gao Lianxin a chance to interrupt, she simply looked into her bewildered eyes and began

to explain: "The four Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches give rise to the Five Elements. The so-called Five Elements refer to metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, which are mutually generating

and restraining, endlessly regenerating. There is also the art of the Five Elements, which refers to the methods of controlling this power.

"Metal governs killing, wood governs life, water manifests reality and illusion, fire generates yin and yang... Have you ever heard of these?"

Gao Lianxin was not a dull person, but what Grandma Liu was saying was still completely

incomprehensible

to her. She felt as if she were in a fog, only vaguely understanding. She was not a practitioner of magic, and while she understood the Five Elements, she was completely clueless about the rest. She didn't understand why Grandma Liu was suddenly talking to her about

things that seemed to be from a different world.

"Grandma, Lianxin is ignorant, I really don't understand, and I've never heard of them before," Gao Lianxin said, frowning.

"It's alright, I was just impatient. I should have explained it to you in detail." With a wry smile, Grandma Liu's

crisscrossed face looked even older because of the unspeakable melancholy. The power of the Five Elements—let alone a woman like Gao Lianxin,

how many men, especially those who practice cultivation, would know about it? If it weren't for a chance encounter,

they probably would never have imagined that such a wondrous power existed in this world.

"Now that you've become my disciple to learn the art of wood and stone, I will naturally impart all my knowledge to you. Fortunately, you have exceptional

comprehension , and I believe that given time, you will surely surpass my current medical skills."

For some reason, Grandma Liu suddenly said these words, and Gao Lianxin felt a vague unease, unsure how to

respond. "Grandma, compared to you, I am still far behind. I need your continued guidance."

As soon as she finished speaking, Grandma Liu smiled and said, "When your grandfather was alive, his medical skills were so superb that

how could an old woman like me compare? If it weren't for…"

The massacre of the Gao family—Gao Lianxin was too young then to understand the pain of losing loved ones, but over the

years she had endured the coldness of human nature. Fortunately, she had Zhang Mama's protection, yet she still suffered from others' disdainful words. Now, with

Grandma Liu mentioning it, sorrow naturally welled up within her, her eyes moistened, and she choked out, "Grandma, I…"

"Alright, alright, why are you crying again? It's all my fault, this old woman's fault. Why did I

bring up ? I was planning to tell you about your grandfather's belongings, but I didn't expect it to stir up your sad

memories." Patting Gao Lianxin's shoulder affectionately, Grandma Liu tried to force

a smile , hoping to ease Gao Lianxin

's sadness. Grandma Liu's attempt made Gao Lianxin feel embarrassed; tears still clung to her cheeks. She smiled sheepishly

and said, "It's just that Lianxin is being unreasonable, how can you blame Grandma?"

Her tearful beauty was so striking that if Yang Cun were here, he would probably tremble with fear. Wiping

away the glistening tears with her delicate fingertips, Gao Lianxin became interested in the grandfather's belongings Grandma Liu mentioned, asking in surprise,

"Grandma, my grandfather still has belongings?" The Gao family tragedy had come completely unexpectedly; so many people, except for

herself and Zhang Mama, had perished, and the house had been ransacked by thieves. How could any belongings possibly have

survived ? "Yes." Recalling the past, something seemed to trigger

a deep complex expression that defied easy comprehension. Her aged voice was hoarse, carrying an indescribable bitterness

as she gazed into the void and slowly began to speak.

"Back then, I didn't know exactly what happened. One day,

your entrusted me with the family's heirloom, asking me to keep it safe. He only said he had a bad feeling,

but then..."

Without bothering to ask what the heirloom was, Gao Lianxin, hearing that her grandfather had a

premonition before the incident, stared wide-eyed in disbelief and asked, "Since Grandpa knew the Gao family would suffer, why didn't he

avoid it?"

"I asked that question back then," Grandma Liu sighed, her face filled with sorrow, looking up at the sky,

perhaps seeing that ethereal, otherworldly man.

"He replied that as a subject, one must do everything in one's power to relieve the ruler's worries, even knowing the

consequences, one cannot refuse."

The ruler commands death, and the subject must die. Although her grandfather was merely a royal physician, he was undoubtedly a loyal and devoted minister. In fact

, after asking the question, Gao Lianxin understood her grandfather's thoughts; however, this loyalty had

come at the cost of so many lives in the Gao family and her years of hardship.

"Actually, it wasn't just loyalty to the emperor that brought disaster to the Gao family. There are no secrets that stay hidden forever;

the main reason was the treasure the Gao family was hiding." The heaviness gradually faded, replaced by a calm demeanor from Grandma Liu. She held

her bark-like hand to her eyes, her gaze filled with overwhelming sorrow.

"Is this...fate?" Because she was muttering to herself, Gao Lianxin didn't hear clearly.

"Grandma, what is the Gao family's treasure?" Her face was composed, but Gao Lianxin's heart was in turmoil.

With Yang Cun's help, the Gao family's massacre had been solved. She had originally thought it was over

, and spending the rest of her life with Yang Cun would be the best outcome for her. But she never expected Grandma Liu to reveal such a

huge secret.

"You'll find out soon enough." Grandma Liu smiled slowly, but her expression was strange. Gao Lianxin saw her

stagger and reached out to support her, but as soon as she took her arm, Grandma Liu tilted her head and vomited

.

Bright red blood splattered on the stark green grass, so conspicuous. Was it blood? Gao Lianxin panicked immediately and

hurriedly asked, "Grandma, what's wrong?" Her eyes were already misty.

"Don't worry, it's nothing." Grandma Liu waved her hand to reassure her, took a handkerchief from her sleeve to wipe

her mouth, her gaze deep and distant.

"Lianxin, you need to seize the time to diligently study the art of wood and stone..."

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