13Th Life

Lu Wentian, 28 years old, had failed to start his own business three times and was in debt of 1.2 Million. Behind the lie that everyone thought he was "living well", he chose the most cowardly exit - jumping off the rooftop. He didn't die. What awaits him is a place called "Hell Company". The God of Death, Siming, told him: Your life does not belong to you alone. You will be possessed by twelve dying people - investment banking elites, delivery riders, domestic violence victims, wealthy daughters, internet celebrity anchors, undercover police officers, stay-at-home dads, A-list celebrities, criminal associates, hell employees, dying father... And, finally, yourself. Every time he dies, he loses one of his most important memories. The smell of pork ribs, the voice of his mother calling him "Tiantian", the words of his father before his death, "I'm proud of you"... He is disappearing bit by bit like a whiteboard that has been erased repeatedly. Twelve lives. Twelve ways to die. Twelve times lost. For the last time, he will return to his body. But it was seven years later. My mother is gray-haired, and her cell phone contains good morning messages that have never stopped for seven years. My ex-girlfriend wrote letters for seven years, and each letter began with: "You must wake up." And he had almost forgotten their faces.