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He scratched his head, trying to figure out what was going on. He tried to remember, but besides getting drunk, he couldn't recall anything else — it wasn't long before the new year after all, and he had just had a little drink with some friends.,Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!,Wang Zhong also looked up and found that the ceiling was made of wood. Now someone was stepping on the ceiling with big leather shoes, making a heavy thumping sound.。

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