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Lin Haoran wanted to struggle against the little ghost's teasing, but his limbs were grabbed and yanked about like noodles, leaving him with no strength to resist. He could only sway along with the little ghost as it pushed him on a swing.,By now, this isn't about people coming to save themselves; it's just people gathering to watch. This is definitely the sin of indifference to death.,It wasn't because the sky was getting dark, but he...his stomach rumbled again.。