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... t feeling Jiang Li had after regaining consciousness. It was as if his head had been kicked by a donkey, and it hurt so much that it seemed to have deformed.


He struggled to open his eyes, only to see that he was in a moving carriage.


As the wooden carriage swayed, he could feel the throbbing pain on his head as he grimaced in pain.


Enduring the pain, he opened his eyes and observed his surroundings.


It was a confined space surrounded by black wood ...

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