The heart writhed.
[To live or to die, that was the question.]
[When I walked into this room, I immediately realized something: I hadn't brought my lovely, clever, understanding heart with me.]
[I'd fallen into a trap.]
[My stupid brain began blaming my lovely heart for not noticing the problem sooner, yet my stupid brain failed to realize that it couldn't even detect the problem itself.]
[I looked at the corpse in the coffin before me. This was the corpse that would undergo the Death Marriage Ritual with Qin Yanhua, a Sequence 7 corpse specially prepared by the Reincarnation Cult.]
[Once Qin Yanhua married the corpse and consummated their marriage, she would become the Death God's representative. As the living woman and the corpse spent time together, the Death God's power would revive within this body, and the Death God would return.]
[I hesitated... because if I used the Illusion Overlord's power to disguise myself as the corpse, the Death God's power would manifest in me. Even without performing the Death Marriage Ritual, I didn't know what would happen.]
[The Death God was watching me. Always watching me.]
[Life or death? I wasn't sure.]
The heart stopped writhing, and Xu Ye looked ahead with a grave expression.
The room was roughly a hundred square meters, decorated primarily in black and white. A funeral altar stood directly ahead, covered in white and yellow chrysanthemums, along with a black-and-white picture frame containing no photograph.
Even the air and light seemed distorted, falling in scattered fragments over the black nanmu coffin.
A breeze blew through the half-open window, making the bells in the funeral hall chime as though summoning a soul. Xu Ye's soul trembled slightly.
"Bandit Lord, what do you think I should do now?" Xu Ye couldn't quite make up his