"Sorry,
sorry to disturb you!"
Then,
with a bang,
the golden door was quickly closed,
crisp,
swift,
without the slightest bit of sloppiness.
Compared to the leisurely, solemn, and dignified feeling when he first came out, it was as if he had gone to the other extreme.
In fact,
he could even faintly hear a low curse coming from behind the door:
"Which son of a B * tch is scamming people..."
"..."the scabby-headed monk.
"Crack..."
It was as if there was something extremely precious,
it shattered,
it scattered all over the ground.
The scabby-headed Monk's body, which was now only skin and bones,
shook for a moment,
and then..,
with a "Plop"sound,
he fell backward.
Why did this happen?
How could it be like this?
How could it be like this?
There was no greater sorrow than death of the heart,
perhaps..,
