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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.,But after all, that was just theory. In reality, he had just locked the bathroom door with a click when an accident occurred, and he found himself transported to the Ming Dynasty during the Jiajing reign. Now, he stood dumbfounded on this bridge, full of historical charm, gazing at the flowing river...。