Death,
Luo Di had experienced it many times,
but this time it was different,
not cardiac failure, not decapitation, nor a gradual peeling of flesh in Mr. Question Mark's game... but a deeper, more direct death.
The moment the flesh touched the dead water,
rot, decay, automatic defleshing, even the bones themselves rapidly deteriorated.
The dead water seeped into the skull through the rotten eyes, covering the brain.
Even Luo Di's murderer body, even with the gray shelter, even with the newly acquired Blood Bible, were to no avail.
In the face of ultimate death, obliteration is the final answer.
However, these characteristics allowed him to hold on for a little while longer,
to feel this unique death,
to feel what was pulling him downwards.
Moreover, during this rapid death process, Luo Di felt a slight sense of familiarity, as if remembering some hanging past, which strengthened a certain obsession in him.
"I... cannot die."
