Little Demon — The Will Before Dying

Three yuan a pair. You must've got yours cheaper. Watering won't cut it. Kid, watch your mouth. Ma'am, why's your voice different? That wasn't you just now. I'm not a ma'am. I'm a big sister.

Oh. Mr. Chu, the wound needs another dressing change. Now or... Whenever. How old are you?

You don't even know when I was born? Who taught you that talk? No one. I figured it out. There's a phone repair stall in the alley.

Uncle Wu's. When he's free, he lets me watch his phone. Phones have everything. There's a lady who teaches fake-vs-real shopping.

I've watched a ton. She has over three million fans. You shouldn't have come back to this house. Why?

Nothing good about it. There's hot water. Twelve bathrooms. People cook for you.

Better than Qiao Dong. If you really wanna die, jump headfirst off the building. Third floor's enough.

Done in one go. What did you say? I said if you really wanna die, jump off the building. Wrist-slitting's too slow, and you cut it too shallow—hurts, won't kill you, and costs When I lived under the south bridge, Grandpa Zhang next door wanted to die too. He jumped off the bridge. Done in a second, didn't pay a cent.

Your wrist-slitting—bandages, ointment, pads—how much did that run you? Worth it? What exactly do you want? I want you to write a will before you die. But if you really die, I can't do anything, so I suggest you think Think about what?

Think about how much money you have. If you've got so much your uncle can't take it all, dying's fine—as long as you leave me a But if it's not that much, hold off on dying. Stay alive and watch him.

Don't let him steal. You're ten times better than that uncle of yours. That's 'cause your uncle

talks you into dying. I talk so you'll do something useful first. Not the same.

Here, eat this to fill up. It's a bit dirty, though. But the half I bit, I ate it.

This side's clean. This must be Niannian. Uncle finally got you back. Tingyan,

I brought you some meds. The ones you took before, I asked experts. Side effects are too bad.

I found a milder kind. So you're that uncle. You bring meds here— to cure or to kill?