The Rebirth of a Phy

The stretcher, draped in white cloth, was pushed forward. A slightly thin arm hung from the edge of the stretcher, lifeless and devoid of any movement.,The newcomer stood there with an imposing presence. Although he was handsome, a layer of frost covered his face, and there was an aura of aloofness about him that kept people at bay. He also seemed impatient.,Although Shi Chen couldn't understand how he, a deceased soul, could be reborn, faced with the reality, he had to accept it.。