"It seems to be coming to an end."
The mangy-headed monk said as he used his little finger to pick at his earwax. Then, he put his finger to his mouth and blew on it.
"It's been a long time."
The tanned girl was very unhappy and continued, "The person who invited the guest has made the guest wait at the door for so long. He doesn't know any manners."
"The flowers in my flowerbed are all more punctual than them. They will bloom whenever they are supposed to."
"Heh, there aren't many people left who are treating the guests."
The scabby-headed monk stood up and stretched his body.
"Huh?"
"Let's wait a little longer. When the inside is completely over, we will consider whether or not we should go in and visit the new owner."
"In the underground of Xuzhou the color has changed."
"Changed? Does that mean they're all dead?"
