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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.,With his strength continuously waning, Lin Yin could guess with his toes that he probably wouldn't be able to hold on much longer before collapsing again.,"System, learn the Qingling Pill formula and immediately begin refining it!"。