Chapter 56 Chapter 56 First Update: Impulse
Lin Xinghuo was very fast. She first told the old branch secretary and others at the brigade headquarters about the situation, then ran to Hetan Farm to tell squad leader Lao Guo, Lao Ning, Fang Tongjian and others to be ready, and then returned to the village entrance in response to the call of the big bell at the village entrance to summon the elders. She was actually one step faster than the old branch secretary and others who were riding a sled.
At the two-story wooden pavilion at the village entrance, where the militia stood guard, she saw someone she knew: Liang Sanying, the nephew of the Liangzigou brigade captain. Seeing her approach, Liang Sanying winked at her. As Lin Xinghuo approached, the young man immediately stood straight and respectfully called out, "Auntie! Have you eaten?"
Even if it happened a hundred times, Lin Xinghuo still couldn't get used to this greeting that sounded like meeting an old lady.
Today, Cen Dazhu was on guard duty with a young man from the militia reserve. No one knew how the shifts were assigned, but they'd put two taciturn people together. Cen Dazhu, in particular, was the type who would talk to acquaintances but sternly dismiss strangers. Among the militia's older men, he was the most knowledgeable.
Lin Xinghuo watched as the man standing at the front, dressed in a Mao suit and belonging to some anti-Confucius working group, flushed with anger. His hand trembled as he pointed at Cen Dazhu. Cen Dazhu stood perfectly straight, clutching his polished, old-fashioned rifle, staring directly at them, but remained silent. The young militiaman followed suit. Though smaller than the veteran, his chin was lifted high, his lips pressed into a straight line, and he resolutely refused to utter a single word.
Protected by the militia, Chang Chong Niang and Hu Zi's grandmother sobbed, but there was no trace of moisture on their faces. They complained as soon as they saw Lin Xinghuo: "Aunt! This group of people want to enter the village, and our militia said they need to see their work permits and report to the branch secretary and team leader for approval. Isn't this right? Which work group doesn't do this? But that person said they were obstructing the work and wanted to arrest them! What kind of people are they? I think the bandits used to act like this when they entered the village in the past."
"What are you talking about! Revolutionary work must proceed with lightning speed, and you are deliberately obstructing it. Are you trying to protect the cultural black roots?"
The slightly younger one, around forty, suddenly became agitated, threw herself on the young militiaman's back, and cried, "I'm just a mother! I got so angry when I saw you pushing us, the head of the family. I just said a word to you, and you're bullying us two foolish old women? What? My eight generations of ancestors were all poor peasants, with a glorious lineage that has lasted a hundred years! The leader said we should learn from the poor and lower-middle peasants, and you city people who came from nowhere just flatter the peasants? My beloved leader, we old peasants are being bullied!"
The young militiaman's face turned red. He let his mother lie on her back and cry. His mother's fists hit the young man's shoulders, making loud noises, but the boy still stubbornly refused to lower his chin.
So this is a long worm.
Hu Zi's grandmother only talked to the person standing in the front.
Lin Xinghuo couldn't help laughing. It had to be said that the gossips in the village also had their own survival wisdom. This transformed the collective conflict into a conflict against an individual. Didn't he see that the other members of the working group had already expressed dissatisfaction with the most radical and outspoken person?
Sure enough, a mature and steady middle-aged man stepped out from the middle and said, "Xiao Jia, please move aside. We need to get our work done, but we also need to be methodical and avoid conflicts with our fellow villagers."
Then he raised his head and looked over here: "Is it the elders from the village? Please come over and talk, old man. We are indeed here for a surprise inspection. You see..."
Changchong's mother stopped howling, and she and Huzi's grandmother held Lin Xinghuo's arms. Cen Dazhu and Changchong also made way for Lin Xinghuo.
The amiable middle-aged man who was about to work with an elderly fellow villager suddenly choked, especially after a middle-aged man and a young man respectfully called her "Auntie". He then looked at Grandma Hu Zi, who had white hair and bound feet. She also called this seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl "Auntie"?
Lin Xinghuo pretended not to notice the man's strange expression and added, "The members of our brigade did not obstruct your work!" She pointed to the bronze bell hanging on the big tree behind her and said, "Ringing the bell means notifying the brigade that there is an emergency, and people from the brigade will come soon." If you want to go into the village to carry out work, it is reasonable for the militia to notify the brigade. As long as they notify you, it will not be considered obstruction.
As for why it took a while to ring the bell, didn't you guys just come in and shove people around? And the guy's mother happened to see it. As a mother who loves her son, how can she accept this? What does a rural woman know? She knew that she couldn't let anyone bully her child!
Sure enough, in less than two minutes, the old branch secretary, the team leader, the accountant and a few elderly people arrived on a sled.
The man looked at his watch. It had been less than ten minutes since the bell rang. He hadn't wasted any time. He had nothing to say. He turned and glared at the vanguard. It was all because of Xiao Jia's impulsiveness. These old country women were ignorant. What was the point of wasting time by rambling with them?
The old Party secretary was enthusiastic: "The brigade headquarters is far from the village entrance, but we rushed here as soon as we heard the bell." He introduced the village's oldest members, led by the old man, saying, "They are the village elders, and village affairs cannot be left out of their care." In fact, the brigade headquarters had a small, glass-windowed conference room, a favorite hangout for these elderly people when there weren't meetings. Whenever there was sunshine, it was always crowded with elderly men and women. Most of them had great-grandchildren, their families didn't need them to work for work points, and they were all in excellent health, all nurtured by the little fairy lady. They were all free to hang out and chat.
But it seemed like a solemn attitude to invite the elders of the village to come out for the reception, which made people feel comfortable.
The anti-Confucius working group relaxed their expressions. The middle-aged man said his surname was Qu. Team leader Qu, still holding the intention of conducting a surprise inspection, shook hands with the old branch secretary and said, "Get on the sled, we'll talk on the way!"
Turning around, they discovered the tall horse pulling the sled had bent its hooves and was kneeling in the snow, refusing to budge. The two shorter men frantically said, "This is a good horse we borrowed from the district. What are we going to do if something happens to it? It's all the fault of those two old women!"
As they spoke, everyone realized they were two young women. They wore green military caps pulled low, their brims showing only a short, shaggy head, and dressed like the men. Lin Xinghuo suddenly remembered what she had muttered to He Qing before coming: "Some young women dress like men, change their names to boys', and fight even harder than men. They're hysterical and crazy!"
Changchong Niang refused to acknowledge her and shouted, "Hey, you female comrade, how can you talk like that?" This really touched people's hearts. These female fighters who called themselves "revolutionary youngsters" were averse to any gender-related titles.
One of the female comrades glared at Chang Chong Niang fiercely, pointed at her, and cursed, "You old bitch, how dare you destroy revolutionary property!" Then she untied the incongruous leather belt that was wrapped around her cotton jacket and swung it in the air, ready to teach Chang Chong Niang a lesson. Not only Chang Chong Niang, but even the old Party Secretary and the others had never seen such a gesture of wanting to hit someone.
Chang Chong's hand suddenly tightened around the gun handle.
Team leader Qu stopped him and said, "Xiao Sun, don't be impulsive. Give your fellow villager a chance to reflect on his mistakes."
He spoke so lightly that he put the blame on Changchongniang with just one sentence.
Chang Chong Niang was also stunned. For a moment, all the tricks of throwing tantrums and rolling around like those country women were useless. They said you were guilty, and now it was natural for these people with red armbands to beat the criminals!
Team Leader Qu's attempt to stop her was just a pretense. It was obvious that if Chang Chong Niang didn't plead guilty, he would let that little Sun whip her into pleading guilty.
He also explained with a cheerful face, "Comrade Sun Tiebian was an educated youth from Beijing. While in middle school, he made outstanding achievements in class struggle. While working in the countryside, he apprehended more than ten class enemies and presided over many successful struggle and criticism meetings. He was accepted as an activist by the anti-Confucius working group."
Ten or more enemies? Multiple criticism meetings? Lin Xinghuo couldn't even imagine what kind of chaos the place where she cut in line would become.
Sun Tiebian snorted coldly and said, "Where there is no revolutionary atmosphere, it is easy for class enemies to breed!"
So what is a revolutionary atmosphere? The more brutal, the more revolutionary atmosphere there is?
That was clearly what they meant. Lin Xinghuo was so angry that the old branch secretary's breath was unstable. On the other hand, the group of old men who were brought in to act as a front were all calm and composed. Their whispers gave Lin Xinghuo goosebumps:
The one with a hoarse voice said, "I counted ten people... It doesn't matter if there are more. The Party Secretary is watching. He won't let us fight at the village entrance. Leave here and go to a less crowded place. We'll hold them down, strip off their cotton jackets, and stick them into the ground. Once they're frozen solid, we'll drag them up the mountain."
The other shook his head. "No way. We have the Fairy Lady protecting us in our village. Wolves won't eat us anymore. It's not safe to leave us in the mountains. We can just pull us over to the Songwazi River and dig a hole in the ice. It won't be that difficult."
There is also the dog-headed military advisor: "This is a matter of the underworld. Don't let the kids take action, and don't shout and kill. Calm the people down first. At lunch time, wow - I have some yellow parasol mushrooms, does anyone of you have yellow wax parasol mushrooms? Make a plate for them..." They are old and can't afford to deal with these people directly, but the old have their own ways.
"I have some yellow parasol mushrooms, but they're dried mushrooms that have been there for several years. I don't know if they're still useful. So why not add any yellow parasol mushrooms? Let's just fill a plate with what we have hidden away. I guarantee they'll be useful."
"Why are you pretending to be a fool, you old idiot? A yellow umbrella can be used to kill rats if it's dried for ten years. Tell me if it's useful or not! Okay, it's settled."
Lin Xinghuo suddenly remembered the yellow cap agaric, whose scientific name should be Amanita phalloides. It's the only yellow, highly poisonous mushroom, and it happens to look remarkably similar to the edible yellow wax agaric. Both also tend to grow in pine forests. Every autumn, the village's mushrooms are collected and inspected by the village elders before being distributed. The elders do manage to pick out some inedible mushrooms year after year, but who would have thought these old men would keep the poisonous ones?
Looking up at the aggressive Sun Tiebian, Lin Xinghuo suddenly understood why the old men were so calm. In their eyes, this man was already dead. Of course, they would be more "lenient" towards someone who would soon be lying in an ice hole.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Xinghuo decided to plug his ears and not listen to the old men's plans. As for preparing fried mushrooms for lunch, Lin Xinghuo didn't intend to care.
But the old man was right. We couldn't resort to violence at the village entrance, especially with people from Liangzigou still around. We couldn't just stand there and confront them head-on. But she remembered this bitter feeling.
"Dahuang, go!" Lin Xinghuo clapped his hands, and Dahuang, who was pretending to be a dog pulling a sled, raised his head and let out a "wool", then nimbly broke free from the harness with the other two wolves and ran back towards Nanshan.
The old branch secretary obviously meant the same thing, but he was used to seeing Dahuang pulling the sled happily, and he didn't think for a moment that the horse was scared to its knees by the wolf king. He was about to ask Lin Xinghuo to help check the horse.
"That's a wolf!" It wasn't very obvious when it was lying there, but it was very easy to recognize with its big tail hanging behind it after it ran away.
For a moment, the arrogance of these people waned a little. After the wolf left, the horse was pulled up by an old man who was hiding in a sheepskin coat in the corner. The old branch secretary glanced at the old man driving the cart. The old man from Buxian Village who had been sitting on the sled and had not risen quickly touched the old man's arm, indicating that there was one missing and it looked difficult to deal with this one.
But the horse got up, but still trotted restlessly, refusing to go to the village. The old man coaxed the horse with his mouth, but refused to force it to move.
This was because the horses were afraid of the smell of various wild animals in the village. The old branch secretary didn't want to call the moose to pull them, so he asked the donkeys and mules of the team to pull the sled.
That Team Leader Qu was a complete laughingstock, sitting on a sled and chatting away like nothing had happened. However, Sun Tiebian, who had deliberately sat next to Lin Xinghuo, felt a bit suffocated. He stroked his newly fastened belt and gruffly criticized it, "Look at what you're wearing! It's a bourgeois style!"
Lin Xinghuo wore a small, earthy brown, coarse cloth jacket with a double-breasted front and a pair of plain black cotton trousers—all handmade from start to finish, dyed with a traditional Chinese medicine sourced from the county herbal medicine company: rhubarb. Rhubarb can treat ailments like menstrual irregularities and is also an affordable dye. Initially, Lin Xinghuo was using it to treat gynecological issues for a few women at Hetan Farm. Unexpectedly, while boiling the herbs, a woman with a southern accent recognized it and said it could dye both red and black, a particularly effective dye. Rhubarb turns black when exposed to water; boiling it in water can dye black cloth, while crushing it directly produces a reddish-brown color that's durable and long-lasting...
Seeing that Lin Xinghuo ignored her, Sun Tiebian became more and more angry. She first recited a quotation, and then said that Lin Xinghuo's short hair was okay, but her face was too white and her clothes were not good. After listening to her rambling, Lin Xinghuo realized that what she meant was "any dress that can show female characteristics is bourgeois", and only those who are dark and smelly like her can be considered decent people.
Lin Xinghuo was furious, and the caracal in his backpack was also not behaving well. He endured it and didn't say anything in reply. It was useless to say anything to such a stupid villain.
From the village entrance to the riverside farm, these ten people never stopped talking. They became more and more excited as they talked, and the young and old people in Buxian Village became more and more depressed as they listened.
It's simply torture.
But when we arrived at Hetan Farm, something even more unacceptable happened.
Not only Sun Tiebian and the radical Xiao Jia, but also the pretentious Team Leader Qu, the other nine people either drew their belts or pulled out firewood sticks as thick as their wrists and rushed forward viciously.
"What are you doing!" Lin Xinghuo was quick and flashed in front of Fang Tongjian who was almost beaten, grabbing Sun Tiebian's belt in his hands.
Sun Tiebian's spit was about to spray onto Lin Xinghuo's face. He bared his yellow teeth and cursed, "You stinking old ninths must accept the whip of the proletarian fighters. Only then can they be driven onto the right path!"
"I saw right away that you're not a good person! Tell me! Have you been corrupted by these poisonous elements?"
When Lin Xinghuo's face darkened, even a caracal wouldn't dare stir. When she was angry, her dark eyes would turn dark, more terrifying than the scorching black clouds that darkened the summer day. Furthermore, the cultivator's imposing presence was so overwhelming that ordinary people wouldn't even have the chance to see her eyes clearly before being crushed by her aura. But this Sun Tiebian must have seen blood more than once. He didn't flinch, and even made a timid gesture to kick Elder Fang, who was crouching on the ground, holding his head.
Lin Xinghuo shook her wrist, and the other end of the belt fell out of Sun Tiebian's hand. It slapped Sun Tiebian's face like a live snake. The copper belt buckle pierced her lips, and blood began to flow immediately.
Huang Dazhuang and several other young and strong men immediately blocked these people and formed a human wall to separate them from the people in the labor camp.
Team Leader Qu narrowed his eyes and turned to Squad Leader Lao Guo, putting pressure on him: "Is this how you keep watch? What are these brigade members doing here?"
"Give me the gun!"
Captain Lao Guo and his soldiers didn't move. Team Leader Qu was furious: "I'll report this to my superiors when I get home. This is outrageous! Instead of being a guard, you've become a babysitter for these criminals!"
The conflict is imminent and unavoidable.
"Team Leader Qu! Team Leader Qu!" He Qing and Xiao Chen shouted breathlessly while riding their bicycles.
Both of them were covered in mud, and the front wheel of He Qing's bicycle was no longer round. It was obvious that he had fallen many times on the road.
Without even the time to put down the pedals, He Qing let go and ran to the riverbank yard. He waved to Team Leader Qu with a smile on his face and said, "Look at you. You're here for an inspection without even saying hello. You're working so hard."
Patting him on the shoulder, he said affectionately, "I was just about to ask you and the anti-Confucius group to take a look at the results of our county's reform."
He led the men toward the house, laughing. "If there's anything inappropriate, please let us know. We promise to correct it!" He also whispered, "This is a mountain village, and the people there are tough! But they're definitely not reactionaries. They simply don't know the conditions at the labor camp."
"The nature of the labor camp is special. Our county has been keeping it a secret. Otherwise, which brigade would be willing to allow bad elements to move to their territory?"
Team Leader Qu looked at Lin Xinghuo and the others who had retreated to the side and huddled together, and he accepted this explanation. Indeed, if they really knew who was imprisoned here, these peasants would not be so bold as to help.
He Qing pointed to the simple house without even a kang, and said that they had never given preferential treatment or shelter to bad elements.
Team Leader Qu continued to harass Lao Guo and his men. He Qing sighed and said, "It's not their fault. The county received new instructions: 'We need to use cultural resistance, not physical resistance!' Besides, they wouldn't dare to attack the ignorant civilians!"
The anti-Confucius working group's expressions changed. When did this new instruction come from? How come they didn't know about it?
He Qing took out a piece of paper. Seeing that the date on it was yesterday, Team Leader Qu had to swallow his resentment. Yesterday, they had agreed to conduct a surprise inspection of the labor reform farm, but they were afraid of being obstructed, so they didn't go back to the dormitory arranged for them in Song County.
"Anti-Confucius working group, hold a meeting!" Team leader Qu shouted.
Sun Tiebian glared at Lin Xinghuo fiercely and rushed forward to snatch his leather belt from her hand. Lin Xinghuo let her grab it, and when she let go, her spiritual power shook, and the palm-wide leather belt broke into several pieces. One piece hit Sun Tiebian's mouth, and the other hit Lin Xinghuo's cheek, and the side of her fair face immediately turned red.
Sun Tiebian felt a sharp pain in her mouth, her teeth loosening. She didn't notice the leather belt covering her mouth was the wrong color; a yellow talisman had been attached to it. The talisman, soaked with her blood, glowed red before turning to ash in a flash.
"Gu!"
"Gu!"
Huang Dazhuang and others immediately became anxious. The little fairy was beaten, how dare these people!
Sun Tiebian covered her mouth and tried to teach Lin Xinghuo a lesson, but four or five other men confronted her, even more ferocious than her: "How dare you hit our aunt!"
Seeing that the fists as big as bowls were clenched and everyone was yelling with angry faces, Team Leader Qu became even more frightened and shouted, "Xiao Sun, let's have a meeting!" He also asked He Qing to drive the irrelevant villagers out of the farm.
Sun Tiechui was in great pain, but when she put her hand down, there was no redness or swelling except for the cut caused by the belt buckle. Instead, the marks on Lin Xinghuo's face were bulging. It was obvious that Sun Tiechui was deliberately retaliating by hitting the girl in the face with the belt. Unexpectedly, he used too much force and broke the belt.
The entire anti-Kong working group has known that Sun Tiechui's belt has been around for five or six years. She has no idea how many people she has used it to beat, and it's no longer strong.
It was obvious that the people from Buxiantun didn't want to give up, so Lin Xinghuo stopped them and led them out of the farm gate.
When the old man Cangtou and others who were basking in the sun on the sled saw Lin Xinghuo's face, their old arms and legs trembled with anger.
He Qing didn't even bother to deal with Team Leader Qu and his group. He followed Lin Xinghuo out the door weakly, mumbling in a low voice: "What are you doing?"
"It's okay." Lin Xinghuo touched his burning cheek and suddenly looked back: "This is the price."
Deliberately detonating the evil consequences of ordinary people, forcing out the so-called "reincarnation of heaven" price.
The talisman just now was another type of "tracing talisman," capable of tracing the cause of evil and expediting retribution. This talisman was difficult to create, and its use was even more demanding: not only did it require the vital blood of the person being cast upon, but the caster also had to pay a price. This price was determined by the severity of the evil consequences the person deserved. A greater evil resulted in a smaller price; a smaller evil resulted in the caster having to pay the price of Heaven's karmic retribution with his own blood.
Lin Xinghuo had never thought of using this talisman before, let alone using it on an ordinary person.
But this working group gave her a really bad feeling, and it was getting worse and worse. After He Qing arrived, resolving the issue by force would trigger a chain reaction. The working group of ten people disappeared in an orderly manner. This was a major case that would alarm Beijing. By then, Old Ning, Old Fang and others... Moreover, Team Leader Qu was not a brainless person. He would not have a conflict with the village and still eat the village's food. The uncles' poisonous mushroom plan was no longer feasible.
Lin Xinghuo actually used this talisman on impulse, and she even curled her lips into a smile: She'd mentally estimated the cost to be much greater than this slap, so this time she'd made a profit. After all, this talisman was also known as "One Pot Kill." These causal talismans all had similar characteristics: a single move could affect the entire body, triggering the Qi of those around them, creating a chain reaction of retribution...
Compared with other talismans, this talisman is, in a sense, a hot potato that cannot be touched even if you try to test its effect. If you use it incorrectly, you will be in great trouble. Who knows what price the heaven will demand and how much it will cost?
The caracal was so angry that he almost scratched his bag. He said in a voice transmission: "Can't we wait until they leave and then catch up and deal with them?" Why use this talisman!
Lin Xinghuo held it down, "Do you still remember the thief leader you killed back then?" Lin Xinghuo was seriously injured at that time, and she killed the man when she fought back. Fortunately, she held back when she dealt with the remaining thirteen evil thieves, otherwise it would not be as simple as having blocked tendons and veins and impurities all over the body.
These things only gradually dawned on her after she gained merit. Initially, Lin Xinghuo had wondered why she found it so difficult to remove impurities, while purifying fruits and vegetables was easy. She'd used spiritual energy to remove impurities twice on Wei Chunxing's treatments, and in comparison, she realized she was truly the one facing the most difficulty. The first time, Wei Chunxing's vitality was drained by the yellow-skinned beast, Lin Xinghuo hesitated to use too much spiritual energy. But the second time, she needed to open up his clogged and atrophied tendons and veins, requiring a surge of spiritual energy to be effective. It was this experience that convinced her that removing toxins from others was a hundred times easier than it was for her. As she treated more patients, and the more spiritual beasts besides the caracal began practicing medicinal baths to cultivate their bodies, Lin Xinghuo became even more certain of this hypothesis.
Since humans are the spiritual leaders, the cost for cultivators to directly kill ordinary people is too high.
Lin Xinghuo didn't hide anything from it, so of course the caracal also knew about this. Otherwise, at the Linxian Coal Mine, it wouldn't just use that little bit of thunder to teach Niu Shengcai a lesson. It would have to draw some blood to make it count.
But Mr. Mao was still angry. This rule had countless loopholes that could be exploited. How could it be necessary to use variant tracebacks?
The feeling of finally learning a new talisman but not being able to use it or test its effects, and the mysterious description of it in the inheritance made her even more anxious to try it out, was something that Uncle Mao could not understand. Lin Xinghuo was also very single: she would never draw this talisman again, and she even said that she would not learn this kind of talisman anymore.
He Qing was still embarrassed. It was their fault. They hadn't kept a close eye on them and let them get to the other team. He glanced at Lin Xinghuo's face. He knew it wouldn't end amicably, but he really couldn't just kill them outright. That would be disastrous.
He Qing thought of the talisman that Lin Xinghuo had given them, and felt that this was also a solution, so he pulled the old branch secretary over to discuss it with her. Huang Dazhuang, after getting the old branch secretary's signal, took the others away. These old men were old, so they were simply sent back first.
The old Party secretary puffed on his pipe and asked coldly, "Aren't these people from our area?" If they were from our province, they wouldn't be so arrogant. Even a powerful dragon can suppress a local tyrant. But anyone from our province wouldn't dare act like this when they were down there. If the entire village could really unite and kill a working group, it would be easy. The old Party secretary knew of several such incidents. If these good people at Hetan Farm hadn't been so vulnerable to being implicated, the old Party secretary would have been unable to suppress his murderous intent.
He Qing shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If it were people from our province, we could still deal with them, but these people, including the ones who were causing trouble in the region before, are all working groups sent from the big cities over there. They are the kind of 'fighters' who can only succeed by stepping on other people's heads. They say they look down on our petty fights and are trying to achieve results in various ways." The situation in the provincial capital was even more bizarre, which directly led to the higher-ups issuing a document demanding that no armed rebellion be allowed.
Lin Xinghuo happened to hear Team Leader Qu of the Anti-Confucius Working Group say, "If we fail to uncover a class enemy and organize a large, intense struggle meeting, it will be a complete failure!"
He Qing carefully took out the amulet that Lin Xinghuo had given him a few months ago from his pocket, avoiding people, and asked if he could use the amulet to control these crazy people like he did last time.
Lin Xinghuo shook his head. It was true that he could force these people to keep their secrets, and even force them to stop harming others in the future. But what about the people they had persecuted before? Could they just let it go? Furthermore, there were still four years left before the verdict was redressed. Who knew if these people would escape justice because they had been quiet for a few years?
Lin Xinghuo even speculated that these people might be able to transform themselves into "good people". If these people who rose to prominence by taking advantage of the opening up in ten years could live a good life, Lin Xinghuo felt that he would not be able to tolerate it mentally.
Therefore, she took risks in using "Traceback", but she did not regret it.
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