\t "Well, it's time... to leave." Dong Ming drew a painting in that 'just time' and took out a small bowl from the box. He went to the temple to ask for it, and he originally planned to put his ashes.

\tThought after thinking about it, I changed "just a bowl of loess and a few white bones." to "just a bowl of loess and a few white bones."

The ashes in a bowl can give birth to a good birth in the next life.

\tThe deaths of war correspondents were cremated in the nearby crematorium. Shork's ashes might still be there and can be a companion. Then, they will be placed in this bowl.

\t "Good song, I will be reincarnated as a writer in the next life." Dong Ming looked at the little song he wrote with paper, smiling so hard that his eyes narrowed into a slit, knocked on the bowl, making a buzzing sound.

\t Then, he took the lighter, walked to the bathroom, burned the paper that had written the little song, and rinsed it with water.

\tThe last words of the world, washed away.

\t looked in the mirror, tidied his hair with water, and looked at himself in the mirror and burped.

\t Grinned.

\t "Goodbye." Dong Ming waved to himself in the mirror.

\t At the end, I still muttered when I went out: "I didn't expect a good title, what a pity."

He opened the door and shouted at the bottom: "I, Dong, God of Gamblers, are back! All are ready for money!"

"Oh! Maybe you will be in a bad luck next time, and it may not be certain who wins and who loses."

\t"Yes."

The guy who played cards with him was an old guy I had met in the war zone before. Another guy smiled not far away and looked at Dong Ming quietly. Dong Ming knew that that person was the enemy.

The enemy waiting for his life.

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Chapter completed!