A chill came from his fingertips, and then the cold feeling penetrated into his body, slowly freezing his consciousness.
He looked down, the dark opening of the jar loomed larger in front of him, the water surface rippled slowly, gradually revealing a pale human face.
The face was at the bottom of the jar, watching Han Fei expressionlessly, its facial features slowly altering.
"What do you want? What are you yearning for?"
A strange voice came from afar, and then resounded at the bottom of Han Fei's heart.
He was reluctant to answer, but the desire deep inside him was stirred.
The face under the water became clearer, and its mouth kept expressing various forms of greed, including money, beauty, and fame.
These things did not stir any emotion in Han Fei's heart, but when the face in the jar uttered the words "the truth," Han Fei felt his consciousness begin to sink.
He flailed his arms trying to grab onto something, but there was nothing but darkness around him.
