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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.,Lin Hao stood before a solid stone arch bridge, facing the intoxicating spring breeze. He looked at the farmers working diligently on both sides of the river and the women picking mulberry leaves, but his eyes were filled with melancholy.,During the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, year thirty-six, this was a good era.。