The man was crying, and his appearance gave Chu Hao a sense of familiarity.
Chu Hao said, "Buddy, how did you die?"
The man turned his head, looking about thirty years old, still crying, and surprisingly said, "You… you can hear me?"
Chu Hao rolled his eyes, thinking, isn't that obvious?
The man seemed a bit excited and said, "I've been gone a month, and no one here talks. You're talking to me!"
No one talks among the dead here?
Chu Hao looked around; everyone was walking with their heads down, and he saw deep despair in their eyes, with absolutely no desire to live.
Waiting for the judgment of fate, it seemed.
Chu Hao said, "Shh! Keep your voice down, don't let the Netherworld Officer Escorter hear us."
The man quickly shut his mouth and looked Chu Hao up and down, quietly asking, "Are you also from the modern world?"
"Hmm."
"Me too. Seeing you is so exciting, buddy. I want to ask, where are we going?"
Chu Hao shrugged and said, "I don't know either."
