Juezuzero: I Am a Corpse

My name is Zie, the disaster of disaster. I am a rope maker. In ordinary concepts, a qualified ropemaker should have a cognitive intelligence network far beyond that of ordinary people, knowing everything, measuring everything, and planning everything. But I forgot everything and lost everything. It was as if all the "ropes" that had been relied upon for maintenance were cut off, falling into the abyss, and shattered into pieces. The broken bones of the body need to be reshaped, accompanied by soul and flesh and blood. I heard that ancient civilizations have a saying: Losing everything is an opportunity to gain everything again. This statement is qualified as an ancient saying from an old civilization or some kind of religious prophecy found in student textbooks, but its profound meaning cannot withstand scrutiny. The reason is also very simple. If you overturn half of your past life and start over again, how can you know that the new life you are running for and building can perfectly match the old pursuit that has disappeared? Life on Six Point Street... Well, not bad. But I still have nightmares occasionally. Dreamed—— My thin body was stuck in the gap, lonely, cold, and gradually losing consciousness. A large amount of thick and ferocious ether material wrapped around me, eroding my weak and dying heart. I would become a heartless corpse, and no one among my friends on Liufen Street could help me... Master, please save me, rescue me from the cage. Or kill me, kill that corpse...