"Want to die?"
"Not that easily."
Liu Di rose to his feet, Fu Qing's words before entering the black hole echoing through his mind.
"I never planned to come out, either."
The man in the white shirt narrowed his eyes. Nanobots immediately spread out, searching the entire area for Fu Qing's scattered limbs.
The limbs gathered together, and the Nanobots immediately began suturing them with precision far beyond that of modern medicine.
In just three minutes.
Fu Qing's body was restored. Blood was scattered across his body, and the sutured wounds looked like nothing more than bloody welts from a willow branch.
But.
It was still a corpse.
Liu Di opened Fu Qing's palm and found a bone-deep wound in his right hand. Within it lay a tiny, motionless insectoid, like a miniature black dragon.
"Is this Fu Qing's parasitic spore?"
Liu Di lightly touched it with his finger, only to find that the miniature dragon had long since died. Its body was dry and stiff, and at a touch, it crumbled into ash.
Liu Di knew that when The Watcher fought Fu Qing, it had prioritized killing his parasitic spore.
Liu Di's body flickered.
In an instant, he had traveled to a distant place, then returned.
The Grim Reaper's words echoed in his mind.
"For a long time now, I have never seen the soul of an insectoid."
"Perhaps, in the eyes of the Supreme, such creatures are insignificant and not worth reclaiming."
Liu Di frowned.
Electric current gathered at his fingertips as he lightly tapped Fu Qing's heart.
But there was no response.
Fu Qing was an eighth-dimensional being. His causality was not something Liu Di could interfere with.
Liu Di said nothing and stubbornly continued shocking Fu Qing's heart.
"It's useless."
A hazy, smoke-like voice, carrying a