"Brother Ou, think about why you've come..."
A graceful figure appeared in Ou Yangming's mind. In the beginning, it was only a tiny black spot that seemed to be extremely far away, but the figure approached him quickly. It stopped when it was right in front of him and was clearly visible.
It was a delicate and charming face that looked at him coquettishly, and the red lips that kept opening and closing suggested that the person was saying something.
"Brother Ou, think about why you've come?"
'What do you… Mean?'
"Brother Ou, think about why you've come!"
'Why have I come? What exactly have I come?'
Ou Yangming, whose consciousness was about to sink, suddenly awakened. The figure became bigger and louder in his head, so much so that the voice resounded in his consciousness like deafening thunders.
'Why, have, I, come?'
A pair of withered hands appeared in Ou Yangming's mind.
