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Uneven floor tiles, a lamp with nearly depleted oil. Even the blanket covering Lin Yin was patched up, and the entire room reeked of poverty.,In fact, he wasn't wrong. "Lin Yu," who originally planned to live a peaceful life in the Xuan Yue Sect, had been afflicted with a strange illness three months ago. He gradually grew weaker and finally breathed his last.,"You hideous monster! How dare you steal from the apothecary! I'm going to inform the Enforcement Hall right now and have them break your monstrous limbs!"。