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oment, he was confused but calm.
\"he's dead. who died?\"
\"he's dead.\"
\"how did you die?\"
\"die in enlightenment\"
\"...\"
homoku fell into a state of self-questioning and self-questioning.
“because I became enlightened, am I also dead?”
\"No, he's not dead, he's still alive.\"
\"In human terms, how can you be sure you're still alive?\"
\"No, throw away all the trappings of human language and use the simplest natural perspective to describe my condition. I am dead.\"
\"...\"
As if the evil god of fate had finally heard a satisfying answer, Fan mu found himself suspended in midair, less than a few centimeters from the ground. he was pulled and pulled uncontrollably and finally dragged into an ugly statue. In front of a big frog.
he had never been this close to that distorted, hate-filled figure, and he was able to stay rational and look at that distorted face as he had done then.
Fan mu looked at toad, toad looked at Fan mu, and Fan mu looked at himself.
Fang mu couldn't help but remember what the young man in white had said at Linsen's new job signing event.
“Everything lies, but the heart never lies.”
Fan mu reached out to touch the cold, exposed corpse waiting to be digested inside the frog, gently caressing the surgical scar on the corpse's chest and muttering, \"he's really dead.\" ta.
countless eyes on the frog god's body turned towards Fan mu
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