Other people died, but her death was a slow process that could be experienced in detail. Every second could torture people into the abyss of despair.
However, even if he was in so much pain that he wished he could end his own life, his limbs were so numb that he did not even have the strength to move a finger. Other than his thoughts, he could not stop spinning crazily.
The soil was damp, the rotten smell of the dead leaves, and even his body was like a rotten wood that had been hollowed out by moths. He really wished he could cut off pieces of contaminated flesh with a knife!
Even if it was already in the past, it was really in the past, but the memory was still too deep, as if it had been deeply integrated into his soul. Once he recalled it, he could activate all his senses.
"What are you afraid of?" Qin Fan's low voice came from above his head. His tone was rarely gentle.
