"I don't want to die..."
Xing Chen twitched and fell to the ground. The second before he lost consciousness, he only had this one thought swirling in his mind.
"Why is this..."
The cold tip of the knife slid into his body. Before Lin Chen could even feel the pain, there was already screaming and panic around him.
He actually showed off a knife at the event. How much he hated himself. Lin Chen covered his wound and felt helpless and wanted to laugh. It would make headlines again tomorrow.
I just don't know if I can see tomorrow.
I used to always be curious about what goes through people's minds when they are about to die. They didn't understand until this moment actually arrived.
It turned out that there was no time to think of anything.
The soul of a dying person enters another living body and continues to live as that person. The little cartoonist turned into a popular artist with a black and red physique.