Xie Changsheng abruptly raised his head.
Si Chen?!
Why was he here?!
The damp, moldy smell in the mine tunnel, the blood on his palms, the overseers shouting in the distance...
Everything told him this was the beginning of another cycle.
But why was Si Chen here?
Had a new variable appeared in the loop?
Or...
Had I gone completely mad and started hallucinating?
His confusion lasted only an instant.
Like a lurking beast, killing intent surged up uncontrollably once more.
The red light of his Dao Eyes flared again.
But Si Chen seemed not to feel his killing intent and kept smiling.
"Brother Changsheng, you're trapped in a loop."
Xie Changsheng tightened his grip on the pickaxe.
"I have a method that might help you."
A trace of confusion flashed through his blood-red eyes.
What was this guy talking about? Help me?
"Yes."
Si Chen nodded. Then, an instant before Xie Changsheng could react, his right index finger had already touched his brow lightly.
"For example, like this."
Firefly.
Xie Changsheng did not even feel pain before his vision plunged into darkness.
The second time.
Xie Changsheng jolted awake in the mine.
A bloodstained pickaxe was in his hand, a pitch-black rock wall before his eyes, and familiar shouts came from the distance.
"Fatty Wang is dead! Over there! Catch that Spirit Transformation Stage mine slave!"
He abruptly raised his head.
Si Chen was already crouching before him, his position, posture, and expression exactly the same as last time.
"We meet again."
A finger reached out.
Firefly.
Darkness.
The third time.
Xie Changsheng had barely regained consciousness, his blood-red eyes not yet focused, when he heard that calm voice.
"Getting used to it?"
The finger was at his brow again.
The tenth time.
He jolted awake.