Can a person die and then live, and live and then die again?
Li Pan looked at the cannon in front of him, the Blood Infant, the small Spider Model Eighteen, and fell silent for a moment.
Ghost, soul, exotic...
And the Electronic Ghost...
Then he raised his head, peering through the apartment window at the dark sky.
Up above, the night was lightless, clouds shrouding all, their thick layers reflecting the polychromatic light pollution from below, casting various advertisements like a screen, with no moonlight in sight.
The dance of devilish lights made the heavens and earth appear especially sinister, the low pressure suffocated one's breath, and Li Pan felt, just for a moment, as if the whole world was truly nailed inside a coffin.
Are we all trapped in this nightmare, ghosts flitting between life and death...?
Li Pan exhaled deeply and shook his head.
