Just as the three were talking, that flower-branch man actually walked to the edge of the building. He turned back and roared at William Clark and the other two: "You gender discriminators, I will never forgive you, never!"

After saying this, he actually jumped straight off the roof, which was at least thirty or forty stories high.

The three of them were all shocked and horrified. They rushed to the edge of the rooftop and looked down, only to see a pile of mangled flesh. The flower-branch man was completely smashed, no longer human-shaped, a bloody flower blooming on the ground beneath the rooftop—he was dead beyond any doubt.

The three stared in horror, then turned to look at each other. After a long while, William Clark was the first to speak: "It seems that if you die again in the death world, you really die for good?"

The Black homeless man and the White police officer both looked pale.

This was actually due to a mental habit.

When they fell from that vortex, the height was at least ten thousand meters, maybe even a hundred thousand meters, and yet they were completely unharmed. So, naturally, they had the idea that they were now immune to falling injuries. That was probably why the flower-branch man jumped, but who would have thought he’d die from the fall? It seems the vortex was special, not that they were immune to injury.

The White police officer wanted to say something, but suddenly his pupils shrank sharply. Not just him—both the Black homeless man and William Clark reacted the same way.

On the ground below the building, there were more than a dozen creatures that looked like giant dogs, but their heads, necks, shoulders, and forelimbs were human-like. Compared to the bloody flower on the ground, these human-faced dogs were about three to four meters long, looking ferocious and terrifying. They were gathered around the bloody flower, tearing at it, even fighting each other for the flesh.

There are monsters in the afterlife world!!

The White police officer, the Black homeless man, and William Clark were all stunned, not knowing what to say or think.

At that moment, one of the human-faced dog monsters looked up, seemingly spotting William Clark and the others. These monsters began to howl—not like dogs, but more like humans screaming and wailing, a hysterical, terrifying, and sinister roar.

Immediately after, the three watched in horror as these human-faced dog monsters began climbing up the building, running up the outer walls!

These monsters were coming to eat them!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter Three: The Evil of Human Nature

William Clark followed behind the White police officer and the Black homeless man, running downstairs in the building.

Those three-to-four-meter-long human-faced dog monsters were climbing up the outer walls. These monsters were not something humans could fight against—at least not unarmed humans—so the three of them didn’t even think before running inside the building.

The White police officer had a handgun, but it was just a handgun. Not to mention the limited bullets, its power might not even be enough to kill these monsters.

A body length of three or four meters—these were no less than tigers or lions, and they were monsters. This was the afterlife world, so it was entirely possible they were immune to bullets and blades. No one would think a handgun could kill such monsters, especially since there were more than a dozen of them!

The three could only run desperately, entering the building from the rooftop.

This was a ruined, dilapidated building. After running down from the rooftop, the interior was full of broken walls, holes in the floor, and exposed rebar from the load-bearing walls. Every room was a mess—torn papers, broken furniture, open doors, and rebar stretching everywhere. The three had to slow down, or they might accidentally fall through a floor or get impaled on the rebar. The debris everywhere also made it impossible to run fast.

The Black homeless man was cursing non-stop as he ran, while the White police officer was in slightly better shape. Though he looked panicked, he hadn’t completely lost his mind, checking his handgun for bullets as he ran.

William Clark wasn’t doing much better. He followed behind the other two, running desperately, his mind blank, his whole body trembling.

After becoming a vegetable, he suddenly found his soul transported five years into the future, into the body of a junkie in a New York slum. Then he encountered some incomprehensible curse or supernatural thing and died a miserable death, only to arrive in the afterlife world. Then he witnessed another dead person jump off a building, monsters appeared, and now monsters were chasing them...

All these events came one after another—he didn’t even have time to process how unbelievable it all was.

At this moment, as he struggled to escape, William Clark's mind was naturally blank, but as he ran, he gradually began to have some thoughts.

Can I go back?

That was William Clark's first rational thought after regaining his senses.

He wasn’t some unknown American junkie—he was a 23-year-old young man from Chongqing, Z Country!

Because he became a vegetable, he unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of an American junkie five years in the future.