The pitch-black corridor.
Not far away, the gradually spreading haze was rolling in.
The two living people before him seemed to have been cut off from reality by some Supernatural Item.
Although they could be seen, reaching out did not touch them at all.
This made Liu Yingchun somewhat irritable.
He had stayed in the hotel for far too long, and the changes in his memories brought about by the increasing number of resurrections had left him unable to distinguish whether he was Liu Yingchun or an entirely new individual.
At the very least.
Many of the experiences from his life before entering the hotel had slowly vanished from his mind.
In their place were memories of events that should never have happened to him. For example, being chased by some extremely weak Vicious Ghosts, or getting into a conflict with the fried dough twist seller next door while selling qiegao.
Or perhaps his wife had given birth to a daughter, and the whole family had sat happily around the table for a meal.
Did he have a wife?
Did he have a daughter?
In the past, he had believed that he could not possibly have either.
But as similar memories multiplied, he began to wonder whether he really had a wife and daughter.
His experience selling qiegao should have been impossible... because the clothes and appearance in those memories were completely different from those of his era.
But...
As time passed, he began to wonder whether there had been something wrong with his original memories.
Perhaps he really had sold qiegao.
Instead, the memories from the Imperial Court era had been implanted from outside.
Because the memories of the Imperial Court era were gradually dwindling, he could no longer remember how he had become an Awakened.
On the contrary.