In the study, Wenren Sheng was bent over his work.
He was reviewing information shared by the Patrol Division—records on the latest thirty Soul Reincarnation cases.
Overall, many, many problems had emerged. Most were psychological issues, while a smaller number involved organ problems.
There were even a few overly sentimental ones who said, "I slept for ages while alive, and now I have to sleep forever after death," so he sent them back to keep sleeping.
It would take several more years to fully perfect the process. That was perfectly normal and in line with the laws of development.
Any new invention had to go through dozens or hundreds of iterations before it was finally perfected. Phones and computers were classic examples, evolving from dumb, bulky, crude things into refined high-end products.
After looking through the files for quite some time, the door creaked open.
Wenren Sheng turned and saw Wu Shanshan coming in again with a bowl of soup.
A wave of frustration hit him. This Immortal truly never tired of this.
There was no helping it. He could only respond to whatever came his way.
Wu Shanshan set the soup on the table beside him, then quietly watched him work.
"You don't need to work so hard. Just go handle your own business," Wenren Sheng said, setting down his keyboard.
"There's nothing for me to do."
"Don't you still have that amusement park?"
"I sold it."
"Isn't your Otherworldly User training?"
"Everyone's on edge these days. It's better to leave it alone."
Wu Shanshan's tone was cool and calm.
Wenren Sheng was speechless. If his real girlfriend woke up and returned, wouldn't this turn into a complete mess? He felt that he needed to find something for her to do, lest she cause him even more trouble.
Besides,