The voice by his ear sounded vaguely familiar. Bu Luo looked around blankly. He was too weak.
Only after more than a hundred breaths had passed did all kinds of thoughts begin flooding into his mind.
Li Yan looked at Bu Luo. Although the other man looked a little more spirited after changing clothes, even as he woke, his expression remained utterly vacant.
The light had long vanished from Bu Luo's eyes. He kept looking around, but only turned his head like a puppet, dull and dazed, turning a deaf ear to Li Yan's calls.
For some time now, Bu Luo had only occasionally awakened for brief moments. Even when he went out on assignments, he was carried out while half-unconscious.
Even when someone took his hand and made him pick "Flowers of the Other Shore," the agonizing pain only occasionally brought him back to consciousness.
Although today's Yang-Extending Pill had not restored much of his lifespan, for Bu Luo, whose entire body was steeped in yin chill and heavily infiltrated by death qi, it was undoubtedly a powerful stimulus.
So, he woke up!
Only, his consciousness remained muddled. As time continued to slip away, Bu Luo's mind gradually became clearer.
Bu Luo had already made out his surroundings. At once, all kinds of terrible memories surged into his heart. This was the purgatory of the Netherworld. So he had been dreaming again before.
How wonderful it would be if I really were dead... That dark space should not be far from me now!
Bu Luo thought to himself. He knew that since he often dreamed of that dark space, his soul was truly about to enter it.
"...Bu Luo, are you feeling any better?"
The voice by his ear, which had seemed to drift far away just now, suddenly