211: Chapter 211 Full of Frailty

No one on the plane noticed Mo Wangchuan's reaction; after all, he had been huddled in the corner by himself from the start.

While everyone else was discussing how terrifying the recent events had been, Mo Wangchuan was the only one staring blankly out of the plane window in silence.

When Mo Wangchuan's consciousness was sucked into that white mist, he felt as if he had arrived in heaven.

Everything around him was a vast expanse of white; even the ground left no footprints when stepped upon.

Pure and flawless.

For a moment, Mo Wangchuan wondered if he was dead.

Because everything around him was too suspicious.

He clearly remembered being on the plane just a second ago, and now he was in a vast, white domain.

Mo Wangchuan felt bewildered.

"I'm clearly dead, so why do I still have to walk?"

As soon as this doubt crossed his mind, he lay directly on the ground.

"Since I'm already in heaven anyway, dying in this expanse of white seems like a good idea."

Just as Mo Wangchuan was thinking this, he suddenly heard a voice.

"Trash!"

Mo Wangchuan was certain the voice came from within the vast white clouds surrounding him.

But after looking around, he couldn't find where the voice was coming from.

"Who's there?"

Mo Wangchuan sat up and observed his surroundings.

But it was still a vast expanse of white, with not a soul in sight.

The voice had only sounded for a moment before vanishing.

Mo Wangchuan widened his eyes, scanning the area so as not to miss a single detail, but he found no clues.

It was extremely quiet all around.

Gradually, Mo Wangchuan began to think it was just a figment of his imagination.

Then, the thought of just giving up and rotting arose again.

He casually lay back down again.

"Whatever, I've got a worthless life anyway. I'm already dead, so I won't overthink it."

As Mo Wangchuan spoke, he lay on the ground and crossed his legs.

He looked as comfortable as could be.

He had a complete "I don't care" attitude.

But soon, Mo Wangchuan couldn't stay lying down.

Because he suddenly felt a very powerful force from the ground pushing his entire body up.

His body was forcibly twisted ninety degrees until Mo Wangchuan was standing perfectly straight.

Mo Wangchuan looked at the changes in terror and cried out, "Ah!"

"What kind of filthy thing is this!"

"Ah!"

After his terrified shout, Mo Wangchuan looked around again.

Everything fell silent once more, surrounded by a vast expanse of white.

Mo Wangchuan couldn't see anything, and there wasn't even a sound.

Suddenly, Mo Wangchuan heard a very rapid whistling sound of wind.

In the next instant, Mo Wangchuan screamed again: "Ah!"

Along with his scream, Mo Wangchuan felt a burst of pain in his abdomen.

Immediately after, his entire body was forced backward.

Retreating continuously, Mo Wangchuan looked down at his abdomen in horror.

That spot was clearly dented inward.

"Ah!"

Mo Wangchuan was still screaming, because the shape on his abdomen was clearly from being punched.

But there was no one in front of him.

There was only an empty, vast expanse of white as far as the eye could see.

"Ah!"

Mo Wangchuan's body kept moving backward, and the crushing sensation in his abdomen grew stronger.

Finally, seeing that his body was still retreating, Mo Wangchuan simply closed his eyes and decided to play dead.

But a doubt rose in his heart: he was clearly dead, so why could he still feel pain in his abdomen?

"Trash."

Mo Wangchuan heard that voice again when he closed his eyes.

This time he heard it clearly; it was a man's voice, and it sounded somewhat familiar.

As if he had heard it somewhere before.

But he couldn't recall exactly where.

Before Mo Wangchuan could remember, his body suddenly stopped moving backward.

Because his center of gravity had shifted back, he lost his balance and fell backward.

Then he tumbled several meters away.

Mo Wangchuan let out a cry of pain and suddenly felt a punch to his right cheek.

After his whole face was knocked to the right, it swelled up at a visible rate.

Then came the left cheek.

He had already lost count of how many punches he had taken.

He only knew that his face had been treated like a punching bag and beaten into a pig's head.

Mo Wangchuan sobbed, "Don't hit the face!"

"What kind of heaven is this!"

"This is clearly hell!"

Mo Wangchuan cried and cursed at the same time.

"I didn't do anything bad when I was alive, did I?"

"I was always saving lives and helping the injured!"

"If I have to say I did something bad, it was just killing a few zombies!"

"What did I do to deserve being beaten like this!"

"Waaaah..."

"Waaaah..."

Mo Wangchuan couldn't see what was hitting him, but he knew it definitely wasn't anything good.

At that moment, the voice that had been hitting Mo Wangchuan responded to him.

"Calling you trash is an overstatement. You've been hit so many times, and you don't even know how to fight back?"

Mo Wangchuan heard it clearly now; it was a human voice!

"Who are you!"

"Why are you hitting me!"

"If you have the guts, come out and talk to me face-to-face like a man!"

The response Mo Wangchuan got was a "Tch."

But then, a person appeared before Mo Wangchuan's eyes.

Or rather, it wasn't exactly a person, because the figure in front of him was a Phantom.

His entire body radiated golden light.

Amidst the expanse of white, he looked somewhat divine.

Mo Wangchuan opened his eyes, which had been beaten into narrow slits, and looked at the Phantom.

His eyes, which were originally just slits, widened slightly into two lines!

Because the Phantom in front of him looked exactly like Mo Wangchuan!

But upon closer inspection, one could see some differences from Mo Wangchuan.

The Phantom's build was much more robust, and one could even faintly see muscles on his body.

In contrast, Mo Wangchuan had none.

Mo Wangchuan's body was the very definition of frail.

He had the kind of build that would topple over with a single gust of wind.

Mo Wangchuan raised his hand and pointed at the Phantom.

"You, you, you!"

"Who are you!"

"What kind of filthy thing are you!"

"I'm definitely not dead! I can feel pain!"

"You aren't trying to take this opportunity to seize my body, are you!"

"I'm warning you! It's impossible! My good brother Kong Ziyi won't let you get away with it!"

Mo Wangchuan was very nervous, but he blurted out a series of words to bolster his courage.

The Phantom in front of him let out a cold snort.

His expression was full of nobility.

Although he had the same face as Mo Wangchuan, the Phantom's aura completely overwhelmed Mo Wangchuan's.

"You've read too many novels. Seizing a body? How childish."