"You are dead." The President looked at Li Xiu, and his first sentence sent Li Xiu's mood plummeting.
"Could it be that I am truly dead, now just a wandering ghost?" Li Xiu frowned to himself.
The President walked up to Li Xiu, circled around him twice, and then said with a wry smile, "You're already dead, why don't you go see your family instead of coming here?"
"President, are you sure I'm really dead?" Li Xiu didn't believe he was really dead.
"Don't you know if you're dead or not?" The President retorted.
"I feel like I'm not dead, but except for you, no one can see me." Li Xiu stared at him and said.
"What a pity, a young talent, unparalleled in the world, so young, yet... sigh..." The President lamented with a look of regret.
"Isn't there any way out?" Li Xiu asked.
"If you have any unfulfilled wishes, you'd better say them now." The President shook his head and said.
