Fang Chengyu thought he had died already, otherwise he would not feel so comfortable.
This feeling should be comfortable. Fang Chengyu was not to sure about that since suffering had been his constant companion since he was five years old. Perhaps when he was younger, he had felt such a sensation, but he could not remember it.
For him, no pain was the most delightful feeling. Very comfortable.
He couldn’t help but exhale slowly.
Dying to him was a kind of freedom.
But as he sighed, he suddenly heard surprised voices.
"Chengyu!"
"Chengyu, you’re awake!"
Fang Chengyu opened his eyes and saw the pleasantly surprised faces of his grandmother and mother. There were tears on his mother’s face.
The King of Hell was an interesting match. If he said you would die on the third watch, no one could keep you till the fifth watch. Similarly, if it was not yet the third watch, you could not die. All you could do was wait. [1]
Wait.
Fang Chengyu's face turned into a well-practiced smile.
