Li Changhe took a deep breath and felt his heartbeat gradually calm down.
The feeling just now was quite strange, as if his consciousness was about to leave his body.
For a moment, the soldier's unwillingness and regret filled Li Changhe's mind, as if he himself had died.
Fortunately, it was just a moment before Li Changhe opened his eyes again.
"Using near-death memories to strengthen my psychological framework? What a crude method!" Li Changhe wiped the cold sweat off his body. Although there was no physical injury, the mental pressure was significant.
The pain of a bullet piercing through the flesh and shattering bones was only a part of it. What was truly terrifying was that soldier's moment of death. Various negative emotions had even infected Li Changhe's consciousness.
"Seven in total, getting harder and harder... Can there be anything more disgusting than this?" Li Changhe shook his head, calming his fluctuating emotions.
He glanced at the time, 10:01 AM.
