"Huang Zhao, are you sick?! Why are you hitting him in the head??"

"Don't really kill someone, right?"

"I'll take a look...Damn it?!Diet?"

"What? Don't scare me!"

"I've been breathing all over! Why are you still standing there? Call the ambulance quickly!!"

"I, I... don't do my business! I... I'll leave first!"

"What a fool to go, hey! Why are you leaving too!"

"I'm dead and called a mad ambulance! And I didn't beat people to death!"

“…”

In the remaining consciousness, Chen Ping seemed to vaguely hear a panicked and chaotic voice.

Then--

Nothing happened.

"Where am I...is this?"

Chen Ping slowly opened his eyes and woke up, but found himself in a familiar white space.

"You're here."

A familiar voice sounded in my ears again.

Chen Ping looked in a daze and saw him sitting in a chair reading again.

"I... dream?"

"If you want to understand this way." Chen An closed the book and stood up from Chazishan, looked straight at him and said calmly.

"What does it mean?" Chen Ping said.

"Look at what you are now." Chen Andu said.

Chen Ping was puzzled, but he still subconsciously looked at his hands. In an instant, his eyes showed horror.

"What's going on with my hand? Why did my hand become like this?!"

Yes, Chen Ping is now like atomizing, and it is gradually dissipating atomization.

"Because you are dead." Chen An told a terrifying fact.

"What? How could I die?!" Chen Ping shouted in fear. "I am not dead! I don't want to die..."

"Do you have any last words to explain? Because you don't have much time left." Chen An said with a hint of pity.

"How could I die...you must have lied to me..."

Chen Ping was like a headless fly spinning around, and seemed to still not believe in the absurd fact that he was dead.

Chen An just looked at him quietly, watching his "self" mist body becoming thinner and weaker.

Finally, Chen Ping stopped moving.

He raised his head and looked at Chen An, and a line of clear tears flowed in his eyes.

"Take good care of my mom..."

After saying that, Chen Ping completely dissipated.

Poor and pathetic person!

Chen An was silent for a long time and sighed lightly.

Sixteen years!

He can finally survive.
Chapter completed!