"By the way, do you what is the definition of death?" The sloppy man suddenly asked.
"What?" Su Bai was distracted earlier, he had not heard the sloppy man's question.
The sloppy man thought Su Bai was directly asking him and was picking up the conversation, he smiled proudly, he stood up and opened the shoe rack behind the door, there were many books in the shoe rack, there were foreign languages as well as Chinese translated texts.
"These are books of discussions of medical students, psychology and even theology regarding the definition of death." The sloppy man took out a few books and threw it to the ground, he pointed at those books as he said: "I previous master was a genius, I admit this point, but I don't think he is an ideologist, he would not waste his own time to think of useless things for no rhyme and reason, these books are definitely useful to him.
