Huo Ling feels depressed. He felt his body couldn't move, but that's because he requested Yi Bing to bury him in the sand. Yi Bing, out of consideration of his feelings, did as he told. But, this just made Huo Ling feel even more depressed.
He looked at his hand that was buried under the sand passed through the sand particles after he tried to raise it. "…" damn it. Now that he looked more carefully, his body seemed transparent. Not because his skin is very pale it's almost transparent when he was alive. But, it was really, literally, transparent right now that he's dead. "…" god, damn it! Why do I have to die?! What will happen to my father and grandfather?! I'm the only heir of the family!
