Death was the end of everything, and secrets were always safest in the mouths of the dead.
But that was another matter if someone could chase you into the world beyond death.
The Angel Cultist was being held by the collar by Yu Sheng. It took him several seconds to confirm that he had really succeeded in completing his "self-sacrifice" under the control of the Special Operations Bureau's countless surveillance devices, and that he had truly peeled his life away from this shell. Then he spent nearly half a minute confirming something else—
Damn it, that sinister thing from who-knew-where had caught up with him! It had chased him into the world beyond death!
The turn of events had probably been far too far beyond imagination. Even the Angel Cultist, who had long since cast life and death aside, was somewhat dumbfounded. The bald man stared fixedly into Yu Sheng's eyes, yet remained silent for quite some time.
This time, Yu Sheng didn't play around like before, asking nothing and simply beating him up. He knew that the cultist's psychological defenses had already collapsed. Naturally, there was no need to use the same methods as last time. Besides, they were now in the "conversation with the dead" phase. He believed that the chaos belonging to the dead would eventually drown the cultist's mind, and that any steadfast resolve to keep secrets was insignificant before unstoppable death. So he simply sat down in front of the man and looked at the "newly deceased" with a relaxed and patient air.
"You'll tell me," he said unhurriedly. "Death is a one-way road, and I'm the gate you can't get around on that road. I don't know how you managed to hide a way to commit suicide right under the Special Operations Bureau's nose,