Vol 2 Chapter 4 (2/2)

The second as to counterfeit an identification but that was useless since nizable

The third as to put on e my appearance I could actually use this method because there are many subsidiary cities nearby Svalundine where I could easily enter and buy the appropriate materials

The fourth as to clih, so I really did not want to use this method

So right now there was only one way, so that only I could do

I couldn’t use it when there were this

I located a thicket nearby I had only gone two steps when I was overco that, ular rhyth trees becaether, twisting into a marsh that surrounded me

My awareness had become fuzzy

That last thing I thought was confir My name was Leon, the Hero Leon

I staggered in my steps, and I supported myself with some branches to rest

This was the first flare up, the first knowledge I had of this vertigo sickness

Maybe Zhai He was returning That would be good

For me, life was a kind of responsibility

A life without purpose, a life standing on top of a river of dead, a sea of corpses

So Zhai He, come back Zhai He

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My name is Zhai He

Coinal world, I preferred to call myself a weapon shop uncle

Right now, I had already died

What kind of feeling is dying?

Forthat happened in an instant

When I was close to death, I brushed shoulders with Leon before falling into the boundless darkness

It was a feeling that was very hard to describe My consciousness was floating in a li, I could not hear anything, I could not feel anything If I were to ed into nutrient broth I could do nothing but think

When I laid onsound, but now there was nothing

I sensed that the syste in the air, but I also felt like I was falling into ruins I could have died anywhere As long as I wanted to, I could have produced a fuzzy feeling

I had no way of breathing, no way of raising my hands I could not open my eyelids, I could not part my lips

I could only be here and think

I could only wait here I had no plans left to try I did not kno long I would wait here, and I didn’t kno long had passed

In the beginning, I tried to count the elapsed ti to count would just o crazy faster I wanted to ue hope

I felt that if people who committed suicide knew that they would end up in this situation, there would probably be no one who chose to kill themselves I had to remain in this posture for thousands or tens of thousands of years I was unable to endure even thinking about it But even if I wanted to cry out, no sound would come out

Into the world after death

There were sohost world after death For example, Tu Hua’s Seven Days

There were so else For exa Yan’s Weariness of Life and Death

Though I say this, these books hardly constitute a theoretical foundation because the authors were just i it

But I had truly died

After I died, I was sent to another world I don’t know if this was an accidental phenomenon or an inevitable phenomenon

Maybe right now I a to be reincarnated into another world

Is there so for me?

This question streaked through ht chill behind me