Lin Ye is dead.
A glass of wine, a life, and a pair of ancestral jade pendants.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a bar. Dozens of screens on the wall were playing Hell on Earth at the same time, with a countdown in the upper right corner of each screen.
"Welcome to the high-dimensional live broadcast room." The bartender wiped the glass, "You are already dead, living on the lifespan of the audience's rewards. Time has returned to zero, not even ashes are left."
Five hundred higher-dimensional creatures were sitting on the ceiling watching a show. The four chairs in the front row have never turned around since ancient times.
Lin Ye weighed the scalpel in his hand and smiled.
"Then show it to them."
