He curled his legs, trying to lift himself with his hands, defending the last shred of dignity he had left after death. But then a child appeared out of nowhere, gripping his feet in both hands and swinging him from the beams like a pendulum.,But... he has an IQ of 180, worth 3000 points, when did he become a fool,Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.。