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"Splash!" A violent shaking came again, and Lu Jiangxian quickly sank into the water. The river was too shallow to dissipate all the impact force, so he gently bumped against a bluestone at the bottom of the river.,Remembering the past silently, Lu Jiangxian had a splitting headache. All he could recall was himself collapsing on his bed, weak and drained. The smoke from his rental room and the neon lights flickered around him.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。