The man lying in the place looked confused and then rejoiced. "I'm not dead, that's great. I'm not dead."

Just now he felt a pain in his chest and thought he was dead.

Looking down at the painful position of his chest, he felt it and found that it was paint.

What the hell are you doing when you look strangely at those noble men ahead?

"Have they all been photographed yet?"

"Okay, human nature, how ugly it is."

The man was inexplicably embarrassed to hear their conversation.

Yeah, the people who respect life and criticize the flute are more ugly in the face of death.

Mu Chudi is still...