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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.,A crowd had already surged forward, surrounding him and shaking his slender arms with force.,Lin Zhaoran watched the fading figure, his face etched with a mixture of helplessness and resignation.。