Walking with the Ultimate Death God

There is a kind of god...

The God of Death.

When people worship a god,

it doesn't necessarily mean that god is good.

They could be worshipping the God of Death.

Everyone knows that money and the God of Death go hand in hand.

The sun sets in the west, and all things pass like fleeting clouds.

I'm no longer in the world of martial arts,

but the world of martial arts doesn't recognize me either.

A few people stand atop a poor neighborhood,

facing the gentle breeze. The air is filled with

the smell of money.

The villages of East, South, West, and North have yet to develop.

Of them, East Village is the worst.

Worst how? The poorest.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.