Chapter 2: The Undying Boy’s Mental State Remains Sound

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Creak—

With the latch unlatching, a piercing creak echoed through the dim hallway of the residential building, the sound of the door hinge long neglected and unlubricated.

After finishing work, he entered the entrance hall and switched on the living room light.

What first caught his eye was an obviously old mosquito net draped over the dining table, along with a pink note bearing a message.

“Prepared some chicken stew with mushrooms for your late-night snack. Just heat it up and it’s ready to eat. From your loving sister~”

After reading the note, he lifted the mosquito net.

Wu Wang’s mouth twitched involuntarily.

All he saw was a cup of instant noodles from Master Kong, complete with seasoning packets, boldly labeled “Chicken Stew with Mushrooms Flavor.”

Well, that did heat up quickly!

“Did I really hesitate for a second, thinking that guy would actually cook?” he muttered helplessly as he picked up the noodles to add hot water.

He placed the cup back on the table, waiting for it to steep.

Wu Wang returned to his room and stripped off his clothes.

Staring at the short-sleeved shirt riddled with holes front and back, now little more than tattered rags, he sighed: “Couldn’t he have just stabbed me right in the head? Can he kill people or not? If not, I’ll teach him in the next life!”

—These were the holes pierced by the knife of the man who attacked him earlier at the shop.

Indeed, the first strike from that middle-aged man landed precisely without Wu Wang even trying to dodge.

In fact, every subsequent stab hit hard.

Wu Wang showed no sign of resistance.

But when the attacker wore a disappointed expression and turned to leave, Wu Wang, who should have been dead, stood up unscathed with an even more disappointed look.

At that moment, the fear was on the attacker’s side.

This was a secret Wu Wang discovered the first time he died at eighteen — he simply could not truly die.

More precisely, when he died, his body instantly restored to its theoretically healthiest state.

Even the lost blood mysteriously vanished and returned to his body, which explained why his shirt had holes but no bloodstains.

Faced with a target who could not be killed, how could that murderer win?

“Heh, I must’ve left quite a psychological scar on that guy before dying,” Wu Wang joked bitterly.

After tossing the shredded shirt into the trash, he sat on the bed and pulled out a spirit talisman stained with damp muddy soil from his pocket.

Though he rarely followed the news, he had heard about the recent wave of panic-inducing serial murders.

The man who attacked him was likely the serial killer, and this talisman might be the very talisman the culprit relied upon to evade capture.

With that thought, Wu Wang scrutinized the strange talisman in his hand.

Since he himself had an immortal ability, he calmly speculated that this talisman possessed some eerie power as well.

“Hmm… Are there words engraved here?”

Wu Wang intended to examine the faded characters carefully and instinctively raised his hand to wipe away the damp soil.

“Rustle rustle rustle…”

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