The bluestone slabs in the morgue were chilled by the night dew, yet Pi Yanlin lay quite comfortably atop the iron coffin.
He could feel the System notification exploding in his sea of consciousness, yet he did not even twitch an eyelash. This was deliberate—just like when he was a child squatting in a teahouse to listen to storytellers, he always waited for the most thrilling chapter before bothering to lift his teacup lid.
"Ding—Daily check-in duration met. 'Hundred-Day Tenfold Return' triggered."
Chapter 60