Am I… already dead?

Strangely enough, Ding Xuan’s entire world shook violently as soon as addressed his mind to this thought, before everything became monochromatic moments before they started to turn blurry.

He had been forcibly “awakened” by someone.

His grievances ran deep, and the endless repetition of the end of his life had slowly but surely begun to transform him into an evil spirit. Fortunately, he… was jolted right back to his senses in the nick of time.

Or perhaps it would be more accurate to describe him as finally resting in peace.

He glanced dumbfounded at his bloodstained hands, and then cracked his neck. It appeared to be broken, but he didn’t feel any pain. Instead, he simply stared at the young man in front of him, “Who are you?”

“Was it you who clinked the teacup on the coffee table earlier?”

“Qin Ye. Just a mere passer-by.” Qin Ye responded placidly, “Do you know something? If you let your grievances fester any longer, you will become just like the thing that killed your family. I clinked the teacup to drag you away from these endless repetitions of your memories, but you… still ended up walking to the refrigerator.”

“But it’s fine. Everything is all in the past now.”

Qin Ye sighed and lifted his hands, “In your next life, always remember to at least glance at the living room to see if there’s anyone watching you from the sofa in the living room.”

“And if there is, alert your parents and hide together. At the very least… you would be able to perish together.”

Whoosh… With the wave...