Chapter 9 Upgrade
The parking lot was utterly still. Pale light from the ceiling cast long, strip-shaped flares on the sleek, dark gray floor.
Reflected in the slightly curved windows of the cars parked on either side was the scene of Li Ang’s confrontation with the Possessing Ghost.
"Leave his body, and I promise you won’t die. How about that?" Li Ang said with a smile.
"Are you joking?" Shi Qingsong cracked a smile. "Do you know what dying feels like? At first, you feel a sweet oblivion, as if you’re drunk and passed out. All around you is pitch black; you can’t see, hear, or touch anything."
"Then, it’s as if someone throws a bucket of ice water in your face. You wake up. Your sight, hearing, touch, and smell—everything returns, even sharper than when you were alive."
"But this is by no means a gift. You can sense light, but you can’t lift your eyelids. You can feel yourself lying in the morgue’s refrigeration unit—cold, piercing—yet you cannot move a single finger. The mortician sews up the wounds on your body with a needle and thread, and though you scream in agony, there is no response."
"Then... comes the cremation."
"In that narrow space, the flames are scorching—blue and pale. Every nerve burns, every inch of flesh dissolves. Only by multiplying all the pain of the world by thousands, even tens of thousands, could it compare."
"A pile of ash becomes the summary of your life."
Shi Qingsong’s face showed genuine fear and trepidation as he trembled. "Do you think that’s the end? No! No! Even after you leave your decaying flesh, you still can’t escape!"