The scene in Ren Pi's mind surged into my consciousness.
There was no way I could cut off my connection with Ren Pi at that moment. Otherwise, I would only be able to watch him collapse, with no idea what was happening.
But once I connected, I saw not only what Ren Pi saw; his emotions entered my consciousness as well.
A dark sky, a road stretching endlessly into the distance, and an overwhelming sense of desolation... Ren Pi walked alone along that road. His body wouldn't obey him, forcing him to keep moving forward. His organs trembled faintly, just as uncontrollably, but from fear. His muscles spasmed and twitched, yet he didn't fall. He kept walking mechanically.
Though both were roads in the darkness, the one Ren Pi saw was completely different from Guangyuan Road. There was no pervasive yin energy, no strange scenery—only barren wilderness and a straight road. Nothing else. He couldn't hear breathing or see any light, and he couldn't sense any living thing besides himself. It was as if Ren Pi were the only one left in the entire world.
Fear rose within him, impossible to suppress.
Ren Pi wanted to scream in terror, but no sound came out. His vocal cords trembled, yet he couldn't force out a single noise.
Half of this fear came from the dread of death. The other half had arisen for no reason at all.
I was affected too, and my body felt weak.
I remembered that according to the records, after Ren Pi reached this road to the underworld, he had seen other ghosts. Like him, they walked as if sleepwalking, heading toward the underworld.
This time, the road was empty.
My first thought wasn't that Wang Xiaoshuai's ability had changed, or that Ren Pi had reached the