The new business in front of Baiyu piqued his interest.
He looked at the monk and curiously asked, "Do you not know that you are already dead?"
The monk replied, "I know, but you may not realize, sir, that in this city, even if we die, we cannot find liberation. Through the ages, anyone who dies in this city cannot escape from it and will live here day after day.
This is essentially an unconventional immortality.
Of course.
This distorted immortality has driven many people nearly insane, coupled with the accumulation of negative emotions after death, twisting the entire city. As you've seen along the way, those twisted resentful spirits engaging in all sorts of frantic acts.
If we don't find some joy for ourselves, we will go mad too."
The monk's face was full of helplessness, with traces of compassion in his eyes, unsure whether he pitied his own situation or sighed for the various mad and bizarre behaviors in this city.
