Having lived for over forty years, Bei Yun was always prepared for the possibility of death. Now death is finally here, and to die saving others, that feeling is really...
Pretty good.
He had seen explosives, personally thrown over a dozen, and now experienced these bizarre bugs, leaving him without regret, truly with no regrets.
To die now, he could rest in peace.
However, countless people had cursed him, saying he would eternally fall into the eighteen levels of hell after death, never to be reborn. Now that he was really going to die, would he descend into the eighteen levels of hell?
There are many legends about the eighteen levels of hell, but they boil down to two kinds: one saying there are various tortures of the body, and another where the heart is tortured, replaying the most heartbreaking moments of life without end.
This kind of saying didn't really scare him; the strange poison in his body was always tormenting him, and he feared no physical torture.
