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Hilla couldn't help but frown as she looked at the strange figure lying in the carriage.
They had saved him, but they didn't know this person at all. They didn't know if there would be any problems if he was here.
Hilla muttered in her heart. "Although my kick was not fatal, this thin and weak person seemed to faint because of long-term malnutrition."
"Horton has checked him. He is just temporarily unconscious and is not in danger." Bruce seemed to be worried that Hilla would be afraid and comforted her.
When he woke up, they would just compensate him. However, this person was lying here and not getting up. It was really troublesome.
Hilla looked at him carefully. The man's cheeks were thin and sallow, and his facial features were delicate. He was not tall, and his lips were covered with gorgeous lipstick. In addition, he was wrapped in a mosquito net and had a long wig. It was easy to be recognized as a ghost.
Even if he wasn't a lunatic, his brain wouldn't be normal.
