In the current perspective, the white grains on the girl's body began to wriggle.
No, these were no grains of rice, but densely packed white maggots burrowing in and out of her body.
The girl lifted her head and looked at Li Zhiyuan.
She opened her mouth as if letting out a silent scream; the white maggots covering her eye sockets quickly dispersed, and from the dark hollows, blood tears seeped out.
She was telling herself that she was in agony, she was suffering, she yearned for release.
The Black Cat had told Li Zhiyuan, as a Corpse, the more cognitive abilities one retains, the heavier the torture they endure.
A Corpse itself is a collection of resentments, and it is deeper resentment that supports them in resisting the torment.
But what if someone inherently lacked such resentment? And also had to maintain clear cognitive abilities.
That would be akin to throwing oneself directly into a sea of fire, merely to endure brutal torture.
