"How did I die? Where was I before I died?"
Jiang Li found that he could clearly remember the details of his past life, but the things that happened just before his death were quite fuzzy.
"What happened?"
Jiang Li used a spell to reconstruct the verdict, which stated he was undergoing treatment in a mental hospital.
"Do I have a mental illness?"
Following the verdict, Jiang Li arrived at this mental hospital, walking through the corridors and browsing the medical records, the long-sealed memories flowed into his mind like seawater.
Jiang Li finally stopped in front of an ordinary hospital bed.
He had died on this very bed.
Absurd, ludicrous, tragic… A complex rush emotional descriptions flooded his mind, too deep for words.
The corners of Jiang Li's mouth gradually curved up, eventually breaking into a hearty laugh.
"I remember now, I was sick!" Jiang Li covered his face, laughing to the sky with a mixture of sorrow and helplessness in his voice.