After Abandoning the Pit, He Pushed Forward and Reached My House.

One day while cleaning, you took out the dusty Gojo Satori water gun hanging cloth to let it air out. After cleaning, you opened the bedroom door and found a man appearing in your home. "Yo, hello!" He noticed you while he was in a daze, turned sideways, put one hand on his hip, and raised his hand to greet you. You glanced at the hanging cloth with a blue background on the wall, and then at the white-haired man in front of you who was wearing the clothes you were wearing when you died, with blood coming out of his stomach. You didn't know whether to ask him to pay or to mop the floor clean. "Did you travel through time and space to come to my house to die in retaliation for my retweet? Do you want to slander me as a murderer?" Finally, you ask. "Ah? It's unfair!" *A collection of hell jokes and cold jokes, not for those with poor mental endurance. *Super invincible short story. Intention: Learn to let go.