"Gao Zhijian, what on earth are you saying? Did you misread it?" Chun Xiaoman looked at the brown leather book in his hand, her expression full of confusion.
The words coming out of his mouth were complete nonsense; she couldn't understand any of it. What was this about life and death not existing? About something growing from one's Dantian? And how could a person's own son crawl out of their corpse? Would that even be human?
An odd thought popped into Xiaoman's mind. "Could the person who wrote this book be as crazy as Brother Li?"
Feeling the doubt from his companions, Gao Zhijian stuffed his hands in his pockets, pressed himself against the wall, and continued forward in silence with a quiet "Hmph."
Chun Xiaoman was about to pull Bai Lingmiao along to catch up, but the moment she touched her hand, she felt how cold it was.
