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Chen Xiu spoke softly, with a slight effort he pulled over the only bamboo chair in the house and sat down lightly, his breath slightly labored.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,A burly man patted Chen Xiu's shoulder and handed a bloody, pitch-black broken sword to his side: “If you’re feeling charitable, make him a proper burial. This is all he had left. Since you two were acquainted, why don’t you take it”。