Meanwhile, Lin Wu was in a state of frenzy.
After his death, Lin Wu found himself in a tiny dark room, a room only 10 square meters in size. The entire space was made of concrete, with just one streak of light shining into the dark room from a height of four meters. The only thing in the room was a cushion to sit on.
How could this be?
Lin Wu had imagined a thousand different scenarios for his afterlife treatment, but he had never envisioned being confined to a dark cubicle, especially the most rudimentary one. No entertainment, no seaside villas, no luxury cars and beauties, no ice cream steaks, just a dark room, indistinguishable from a prison cell. No, it was even worse than a prison solitary confinement cell.
Lin Wu immediately lodged a complaint, "Why am I receiving the tiny dark room treatment?"
Little White Rabbit seemed to check and then replied, "Yes, this is the treatment."
Lin Wu, frustrated to the point of laughter, asked, "Yes? Yes? Haha, yes?"
