He climbed up from the ground, his bones falling apart, his clothes in tatters and bloody holes everywhere. The thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks smiled while holding the dagger: Boy, you stole three bottles of body quenching fluid from us and didn't keep one bottle? Two strong men came over with fists clenched. I raised my head and looked at them: I have used the body quenching fluid and cannot spit it out. This body is as weak as a chicken, but I have fought harder in my previous life.
