The village chief shook his hands, trembled, trembled, shook until his nose was crooked, his mouth was slanted, his eyes rolled, and he fell backwards with his back facing the sky.

The back of the head, which is not sturdy, thumped, slammed into the dirt.

The village chief's last consciousness was only one: he had lived most of his life and had never seen such a thick...

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