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In fact, he was currently hanging from the ceiling beams, not much better off than Jesus nailed to the cross.,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.,Lin Zhaoran watched the fading figure, his face etched with a mixture of helplessness and resignation.。