Sebastian Sheng was "awoke" by the sound of gongs and drums this time.
The last time he opened his eyes, he found himself lying naked in a broken coffin in the deserted mountains. His brain was cleaner than his body. He didn't know where he was or who he was. He only had a strong suit all over his body. A memorial for buying and selling by force.
He didn't want to remember this time, but the experience of Ling Chi and the eighty-one thunderbolts was so unforgettable that he still couldn't get rid of that feeling. Even though his body had been wiped out, every ounce of his consciousness was still in pain. Trembling.
By the way, it stands to reason that he should have no "corpse" to lie to...but what's going on?
These juniors are done! Can't you worship with a different devil?
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