Chen Shi walked with difficulty through the marshland, surrounded by many people just like him. These people sank halfway into the marsh and had to pull out their legs with all their might, taking half a day just to take a single step.
Not far away, a man was walking when his leg dropped into the marsh. He reached in to fish around, groping for quite a while before finally finding his own leg.
After putting his leg back on, he continued forward.
Chen Shi and these people in the marshland did not know where the destination of this trip was, but everyone was moving forward in a daze, as if a voice was calling out to them and guiding the way.
There were light blue flames in the pools of water beside them, which were hard to notice without careful observation.
Chen Shi saw a woman touched by this kind of blue flame. The burning spot became like a lamp wick, and the woman became the lamp oil, burning as she shrank.
The woman did not even cry out in pain; her body grew smaller and smaller until she was completely burned away.
It might be a kind of flame that can ignite the soul, Chen Shi thought to himself.
Where there were such blue flames, a white flower often grew, resembling a lotus, but other than white, it had no other color, nor could any fragrance be smelled.
Chen Shi looked around, feeling desolate in his heart: I am dead.
The old beggar's strength was too great; with a single point of his finger, he died.
Facing an entity of this realm, all resistance was futile.
This was his second death since he had memories.
However, according to Granny Sha, this should be his eleventh death.
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