Duan Yun initially just wanted to casually take a sip, not expecting to find any useful memories from these seemingly heartless ghosts.
After all, with a heartless Bi Gan unable to survive, these ghosts, judging by their actions and postures, were at best slightly better than zombies, likely brainless.
Who would have thought that a flood of memory fragments would rush into his mind, in surprising abundance.
He felt as if he had turned into a brain, yes, just a brain, lying in that pale yellow water, a sense of blissful infancy.
Then, he could move, limbs extremely uncoordinated, like a robot.
Similarly, fragments of memory sparked a desire to dig out hearts and lungs.
Because in his memory he had neither heart nor lungs, just like how a little girl always envies others for having a beautiful floral dress, striving desperately to have one herself.
Yes, because there's no dress, destroying others is also a common practice for women.
