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Death, this is not because of his low mental fortitude, but because he is truly dying. A strong rope tightly binds around his neck.,Just when Lin Haoran was about to give up, the door darkened and a woman in a robe walked in. Then the woman turned around without hesitation, and her loud voice rang out outside.,Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.。