Gu Zhiqi sent the message, but the client on the other side didn't respond immediately.
Two minutes passed, and there was still no reply. Just as he was about to close the private message box, a message suddenly came through.
[Y: Hello, Master]
[Zhezhi: What's the matter?]
[Y: They all say I'm going to die, but I think I can still be saved]
[Y: Master, you must save me]
...
The chatter was quite extensive, followed by a long series of messages, which Gu Zhiqi cut off without bothering with the prattle.
[Zhezhi: Your birth details]
Finally, the other party stopped spamming and quickly sent over their birth details.
Glancing at them, Gu Zhiqi realized that the person was indeed on the brink of death, yet, there was still a glimmer of life.
[Y: Master, how is it going? Can I be saved?]
[Y: Master, you must save me, I don't want to die]
[Y: Master, I'm only nineteen this year, in the prime of youth, I haven't even experienced love]
...
