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Survival has always been mankind's first need, so he chose to struggle out from the rope. But after only two struggles, his neck was tightened even more, and he was no longer able to free himself on his own.,All that happened was his face slowly turned purple, and he became increasingly hazy, though he remained suspended in mid-air, still swinging the little demon on the swing. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier.,Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.。