"Don't let Yin Xiaofan worry about not resting in peace after his death; jump out and tell Yin Xiaofan to work hard."
"I have OCD, but I'm not interested in you." If you're looking for someone hungry or thirsty, maybe you're already dead; you'd be a bustling ghost. Yin Xiaofan said with a bitter smile.
"You..." Shadow didn't expect Yin Xiaofan to be so vicious with his words, angering him to the point where life itself couldn't make amends. Shadow tried to say something. He was struggling to breathe. He coughed again, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, tainted by Yin Xiaofan.
"Oh, I'm spitting blood again." Looks like you're not far from death. Seems like I should notify the workers' brothers to come pick you up soon. If the body gets cold, it's not good. Yin Xiaofan looked at Shadow, spitting blood, and said to himself. He did not avoid the shadow.
