"Laughing to death, you are a ghost at best, and you still want to become a god?"

I scoffed unceremoniously.

"Yellow-mouthed child, what do you know?"

The old village chief sneered, although there were no eyeballs in the empty eyes, but they still made me feel uncomfortable sight.

"I'm not a ghost, if......

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