Jiang Yixiu glanced downwards instinctively, his expression a mix of emotions, quite amusing, "…Will it really be like that? Old Zhou, are you joking with me?"
"I'm not joking with you." Zhou Yijie had already prepared everything to begin drawing, "It's the aftermath, everyone is the same, after death, you must face the punishment for the sins you committed while alive. Don't be afraid, the executioners in the Netherworld are carefully chosen, one cut and it won't hurt."
Jiang Yixiu thought: Damn, you're only saying this because you don't feel pain standing up, as if having that thing cut off wouldn't hurt.
"Hey, what are you drawing?"
He walked over to Zhou Yijie's side and saw that the clean white paper already had a simple outline, looking… like a woman.
"Drawing Guoguo—"
