He's been affected by the magic of the color play, his thoughts flowing in a stream of consciousness, the doubts he's just thought of can't even be questioned before he's interrupted by himself.
"No difference, doesn't matter."
The Fish Bodhisattva suddenly gained confidence, stroking the blood on the wall, and said: "Alchemist Bai, your Qi Pill is outdated, you might as well go outside and enjoy yourself for a few more years, at least you wouldn't end up with your head and body in different places..."
His "crying over the grave" move made the Alchemist Bai Lu, melded into the southern wall, lose his confidence.
"Am I dead, or alive?"
Although Alchemist Bai Lu wasn't caught by the magic of the color play, he was no different from those deceived.
He couldn't even figure out if he was alive or dead.
If he's dead, he didn't feel like he suffered any pain,
but if he's alive, why is the Fish Bodhisattva crying over the grave?
