A piece of minced meat painted with strange lines twisted and expanded, dividing into a trunk, limbs, and head. A complete human form appears.
Liang Sheng, who was resurrected, understood that this was the eighth time he had experienced this, and each experience would cause him to lose some memory fragments.
"But as long as it is for that goal, no matter how many times I have to do it, wait, what am I going to do? It's over, why am I so unafraid of death? It must be something very important, but forget it, I am still alive now. Aren't I?" Liang Sheng fell into doubt, living and dying without direction. . . . . .
It shouldn't matter. Liang Sheng comforted himself, tears wet his chest.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
