Yu Sheng's consciousness drifted in an endless darkness, familiar feelings of emptiness and oppression silently flowing at the edge of his senses, his thoughts slowed considerably in this solitary and well-known "afterworld," he even began to enjoy the quiet a bit.
How should I put it... The event unfolded quite predictably.
A massive Evil Wolf, larger than a house, pounced down, and Yu Sheng was gone in an instant, not lasting any longer than the squirrel had.
Of course, the main reason things ended so quickly was that Yu Sheng didn't even try to dodge; far from it, he actually delivered himself—his blood, his flesh, his spirit, his... everything that was pure and fervent joy and curiosity.
He quietly lay in this post-death darkness.
He quietly flowed within the Evil Wolf's spirit and flesh.
He quietly seeped into the Black Forest, in search of the tendrils of the "Fairy Tales."
