Li Yao was used to ignoring the first half of the mental devil's sentence. He mumbled, "What do you think we are in right now?"
"Generally speaking—"
The mental devil replied calmly, "We are already dead."
"What?"
Li Yao's soul released sharp waves that turned into countless spurting bright gold data and runes. "Are you serious? Is this your conclusion?"
"What else could it be?"
"Our souls have completely lost connection with our bodies," the mental devil replied. "No matter how I searched and perceived, I couldn't find the 'string' that could drag us back into our bodies. Our bodies are billions of stars away. Maybe our brains and internal organs have all stopped functioning. The best case scenario is that we become vegetative and are frozen by Xiao Ming and Wen Wen.
"Isn't such a state 'death'?"
"But…"
