Live for money, die for it

days, is this guy kidding meRecalling his past vicious deeds, I was terrified—he didn't need to sleep or eat grains; he could stay awake all night.For seven days, I couldn't walk because my legs hurt...was a little puzzled, slowly turned his head to look at the paper figurine on the bed.I saw a face, torn and bloody, half of it exposed as white bone. That's how he diedIf the rumors about Huang Dao C...