I seemed to be a little dead, but not completely dead.
I saved Shirley, my best friend, from an ugly right-handed man. So I died, but I have no regrets. After attending and reviewing my funeral, my soul closed its eyes in peace.
I opened my eyes again. Probably because cross-border extradition is more troublesome, it takes a little longer to pick up the ghost. I didn't dare complain, so I decided - just wait. One day, two days, one year... I thought about it, and I had an epiphany. There is no Internet connection across countries, and the reincarnation application will most likely fail to be sent. Damn it, I'm obviously ready to accept death. Once you die, let's live in peace. People can't die at least twice... Right? Think about the good side, at least you don't have to work to make money!
Let's try applying again…who! Give! I! The rope is tied! Why do I appear next to this telegraph pole on time at midnight every day? Is this some kind of beautiful girl ghost refresh point? Incompetent rage! Achieved the achievement of never being able to escape from the top of the telephone pole.
So, I was willingly and unwillingly embarked on a journey of revenge, even though I didn't want to at all.
This world really does have super powers! Damn it, there are so many substitute messengers, why can't there be one more like me?
The silver chariot seems to be able to see me! Even the stand-in can see me! I had an epiphany, it turned out that I was wild! Born! For! Body! The kind that can't be seen by a substitute!
Wuhu, ugly men can't come back again! The Hanged Man version of The Hanged Man, what great art! Polnaruff, he really makes me cry to death. I will never complain about his wonderful hairstyle again.
... If only I were still alive.
Purpose: To generate electricity for love! For Bobo!