"He meant that you refused to keep quiet, but you also refused to die, which was giving him a serious headache."
The scene in the black mirror was bizarre, and while Fu Qian was admiring it, a voice began explaining things beside him.
This time, he didn't even need to turn around. He could recognize the newcomer in the mirror—
Sleepy-eyed, hair like a bird's nest, cigarette dangling from his lips: it was Bernard, Loretta's friend.
There was no doubt he came from one of the many blood shadows. The black mirror seemed to have acted as a catalyst, though, making his appearance much easier. He had practically walked right out of it.
He was also much more casual, plopping down beside Loretta.
"I sensed that. So how do you think he's planning to solve his problem?"
Bernard's words weren't pleasant, but Fu Qian nodded in agreement.
"Make you live in an even deeper hell."
As expected of an intellectual, Bernard took a deep drag and instantly came up with an answer.
"It seems that the true concept of a righteous one is a self that exists only in the mind after the body dies.
"And so-called salvation isn't all that complicated, either. It just means accepting that and willingly embracing death. There's no need to have someone gnaw on your thigh... Cough, cough, cough."
Unfortunately, he couldn't keep up the cool act for more than a few lines before he started coughing incessantly because of his respiratory problems.
"So the earlier part really was a diversion. The moment you closed your eyes, the one interacting with you was already the 'righteous one.'
"Katon seems to have realized something was wrong. The one he's been fighting all along is the 'self' about to be born. Wanting to die in his