The Mouth Becomes a God: Scolding the Billionaire at the Beginning

Purely funny novel The refreshing points are dense and there are no peeing spots. [After his death, he was despised by the King of the Pavilion: "Your mouth is a disaster when you are alive." Damn, it's annoying even if you die!"] In anger, I signed a contract with "The God of Satire" - one mission: to scold the world's pretenders. Reward: Resurrection of ten gods. Punishment: His soul is scattered and he will be a pig in the future. So, I returned to the world and started my career as a mouth substitute: Sneered at the billionaire: "Your son is saving money in your urn." He sneered at the fake filial son: "Your father's life-saving money was all used to buy you an AJ?" When the truth is spoken, cause and effect will follow. Pretend to be happy for a while, but get slapped in the face in the crematorium! One-on-one, no one told me why those people who were woken up by my scolding were all wrapped in the same wisp of black energy?