The consciousness rushing toward me was a small road.
From afar came a noisy hum of voices and the roar of car engines. Soon, a black car appeared before me, speeding straight toward me. Just before it struck me and sent me flying, I saw the driver. It was Zhou Fusheng.
My body hit the ground. A tire rolled over my head, followed by a thunderous burst of voices. Amid them, I heard Zhou Fusheng and his wife talking.
I had heard those vicious words once before. This time, I didn't feel disgust. I felt hatred. Resentment flooded my mind, and I jolted awake.
I had gained a strange new sensation.
The hatred had separated from my own consciousness. I could clearly sense everything it contained.
Zhou Xixi hated the three members of the Zhou family. She would rather die than donate her organs to Zhou Tengfei.
That thought sustained her. It had become her obsession.
She had turned into a strange ghost.
I lost my sight and hearing, but I could sense that I had become an organ, perhaps a liver or a kidney. I couldn't tell for sure. Before long, I became a cornea. I could see a little, but that sight vanished almost immediately.
This wasn't the right person.
The thought was clear and powerful.
Zhou Xixi's death kept replaying in my mind.
As it did, I changed into many things along with Zhou Xixi's consciousness. It seemed I had become her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. I went from one body to another, from one hospital to the next.
Thanks to that obsession, Zhou Xixi's soul endured in a strange form for a long time.
I could sense her awareness growing stronger. She was no longer a liver or a kidney. She had become countless