Ah, I have seen starving ghosts before, and it was truly tragic.
Starved to death in life, they transformed into starving ghosts after death, continuing to suffer even more severe torment.
The starving ghost I saw back then would occasionally regain a bit of consciousness, kneel on the ground, and beg people to kill him. Tell me, isn't that tragic?
Li Wucheng opened his mouth; he had always wanted to ask if becoming a hungry ghost wasn't tragic enough.
But listening to Uncle Li, he felt that, in the midst of tragedy, this was perhaps the only redemption.
His memories from life hadn't recovered to that point yet; he was unaware of the things Uncle Li spoke of.
But just thinking about it, he understood that he was actually quite fortunate, at least he hadn't experienced becoming a starving ghost.
If he had become a starving ghost, the torment he would have suffered each day would have been even worse than during his life, truly a fate worse than death.
