Maoli stares at the body on the ground. His head is buzzing. He doesn't know how to react for a while. Although he has been associating with ghosts, he hasn't met such a bloody scene.

living people die in front of themselves like ants. Is it really a catastrophe for the floating world? In front of the huge wheel formed by the karma of all living beings, anyone who wants to drive in the opposite direction is a praying hand.

everything is fate. It can't be stopped or changed. Although he is less than a meter away from himself, he can only watch him die in a flash. At this...