Someone: Sir, would you like a bag of puffed snacks? Crispy... Tuhao (impatient): Go, go, puffed snacks, I have terminal cancer, do you want me to die faster?... Tuhao ( Wronged): Lord Yan, I am so devout and respectful to you. Every year, my printing factory prints a huge amount of coins to honor you. Why do you still take my life so early? Yama (innocent): I give I missed your chance. Someone once sold puffed food to you on the street. You didn’t cherish it. It is a god food that cures all diseases, prolongs life, strengthens the body, strengthens the foundation and cultivates the vitality. I want to buy a bag of it... …