The moment his finger touched the blood, the black, white, and gray world of the afterlife suddenly descended.
All sounds vanished in the blink of an eye, and every sense connected to the real world became hollow and distant.
The tall “Director,” along with Eileen and Little Red Riding Hood beside him, all turned into stagnant phantoms hovering in the air.
Yu Sheng lifted his head and looked toward the direction of the headless corpse.
He saw a middle-aged man dressed in a shirt and trousers, sitting dazedly at a desk, seemingly still focused on some kind of calculation.
Yu Sheng stepped forward and patted the man’s shoulder. “Hey, I have some questions to ask…”
“Just give me a little more time, just a bit more,” the middle-aged man said without looking up. “I know, I know I’m already dead. ‘It’ gave me the power to see through the calamity, but I’m still a little short… I’m about to figure out what this thing actually is…”
Yu Sheng’s face immediately filled with surprise.
This wasn’t his first time to communicate with the dead, but this time, the situation was clearly different!
The deceased, named Sun Chen, was still leaning over the desk, writing frantically.