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The old man on the bed was clutching an unattractive stone before he died, and murmured: "I once heard that the stone sank into the sea. What I have seen now, I can't fully believe it. Fortunately, I can verify it, and my life will be worth it." After that, the old man closed his eyes peacefully with a smile on his face. Why would a respected old man value a barbaric city so highly? Are you nostalgic for the strange mountains and rivers here, or are you intoxicated by the gentle countryside here? I don't think so.