On the night when my family died tragically, the sky was filled with gods and Buddhas, but no one responded.
Standing in front of the first servant of God who was crucified by him, looking at the face that was gradually fading, he said softly:
"You guys showed up and I didn't pray."
"You kill, and I don't pray."
"Now, I'm here to kill you..."
"—No need to pray either."
