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... f three was like a stone tossed into a deep pond.
Although it stirred some ripples in the alley, after a few days, hardly anyone mentioned it; when neighbors occasionally did, it was merely with a sigh.
As for Hou Zheng, who rented the dilapidated house, his disappearance went entirely unnoticed.
Who would care about the life or death of a second-rate cultivator who liked gambling?
What everyone was more concerned about now was the continuously rising grain prices ...
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