Zhou Li half-opened his eyes in a daze, his upper body draped outside as he looked at Meng Po on the lounge chair, revealing a somewhat foolish smile.
"Hey, how did you die?"
Closing the novel in her hands, Meng Po looked at Zhou Li, almost face-to-face with her, in astonishment, "That quickly?"
"Ah···"
Zhou Li was somewhat bewildered. On the brink of death, he scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Am I dead?"
"Your entrance is scarier than death."
Meng Po exclaimed in shock.
"Oh··· so am I dead?"
With half of his body draped outside, Zhou Li, who appeared to be bisected by a wormhole, asked tentatively.
"How do you still not know if you're dead or not?"
Meng Po glanced at Zhou Li disdainfully, then sighed and said regretfully, "It's a pity, this is probably our last conversation. Once you're reincarnated, you won't have this fate."
"But I feel like I'm not dead."
Zhou Li suddenly interjected.
"How can that be···"