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Lin Haoran wanted to struggle against the little ghost's teasing, but his limbs were grabbed and yanked about like noodles, leaving him with no strength to resist. He could only sway along with the little ghost as it pushed him on a swing.,Hanging in mid-air, swaying constantly, although my head was growing increasingly dizzy, I still took in every detail of the room.,If he had a choice, he would still rather be a child of the 21st century.。