Gu Zhiqi's message was sent out, but the client on the other side didn't reply immediately.
After two minutes, there was still no reply. Just as he was about to close the private message window, the client suddenly responded.
[Y: Hello, Master]
[Zhezhi: What's the matter?]
[Y: Everyone says I'm going to die, but I think I can still be saved]
[Y: Master, you must save me]
...
There was a lot of nonsense, followed by a long ramble; Gu Zhiqi cut him off mid-prattle.
[Zhezhi: Birth date and time]
The other side finally stopped bombarding messages and quickly sent over their birth details.
Gu Zhiqi glanced at them and realized that the client was indeed on the brink of death, but there was still a glimmer of hope.
[Y: Master, how is it? Can I be saved?]
[Y: Master, you have to save me, I don't want to die yet]
[Y: Master, I'm only nineteen this year, in the prime of youth, and I haven't even experienced love]
...