Therefore, I will often hypnotize you to make you forget these heavy feelings. But at the same time, I will leave some clues to support you in pursuing your past memories."

Su Wensheng spoke calmly, and you could hear his trembling. He seemed to be fighting intense emotions:

"Now, you should have investigated the Ark Project, and you have found that there is a rebirth plan hidden behind it. I will tell you directly what the rebirth plan is, so that you don't have to investigate again - the 'rebirth plan' is to cover up history and completely destroy mankind.

Forget the past and let their eyes be limited to the last few years."

"As long as human history is erased, humans will no longer resonate with the art and emotions of the past. When you try to become a god, humans have lost the foundation of their faith. Today's gods can rule them permanently, and humans can no longer

Can’t turn over.”

"I guess you should already know the importance of becoming a god at this time."

"You should also have investigated some mythological stories - thousands of years ago, the old gods used to protect humans and provide them with warmth. However, the gods usurped the throne of the old gods and showed no mercy to humans, making the world oppressive.

And cold."

"Su Wensheng, after hearing this, please calm down and don't be engulfed by agitated emotions."

Su Mingan pressed his chest gently. He didn't feel any exciting emotions, and there was only peace in his heart.

But he was surprised by Su Wensheng's foresight - Su Wensheng actually calculated that he would come to investigate Su Lixian's house, and completely calculated the progress of Su Ming'an's investigation in advance, knowing exactly which link Su Ming'an had investigated, almost exactly. It was as if

Su Wensheng is watching Su Mingan's footsteps in real time.

This kind of thinking and judgment ability shocked him.

"Okay, let me continue." Su Wensheng's recording continued:

"I can tell you without hesitation. The old god who disappeared a thousand years ago can be said to be... you."

Hearing these words, Su Ming'an was shocked.

He looked at the white tentacle that slowly protruded from his back and pressed it back.

"Today's gods must really want to completely destroy you. But they also really care about you, and their feelings for you..." Su Wensheng's tone hesitated a little: "Well... it's very contradictory."

"He must have contacted you. I guess, He has even made remarks like 'I like you very much'. No matter how you feel about Him, you can rely on Him a little, but you can never completely trust Him. He will occasionally be reluctant to let go.

You die, but He will not show mercy when necessary."

"besides……"

At this point, Su Wensheng's tone began to sound painful. He gasped violently, and for a while, the only sound in the recording was his low breathing.

Su Mingan listened quietly, only the moist wind on the bridge blew by his ears.

"me……"

The pain in his voice became a thread. Su Wensheng coughed and seemed to be vomiting blood.

"Damn, the emotions of countless people...are here again..."

"This recording... comes here first... I have to... erase my memory first. Su Wensheng, if you hear this, most of your memory must have awakened. Do you remember... recording in time can awaken the next

My own recording from that period...that’s it, it’s over now.”

With a "click", the recording was hung up, and the bridge was silent.

Su Ming'an looked at the rolling river, and his heart was filled with shock.

This is the recording that Su Wensheng left for himself. Every once in a while, in order to prevent being engulfed by countless emotions, Su Wensheng must erase his own memory, and then record a recording that can awaken his memory, and pass on his memory piece by piece.

Erase, awaken, erase, awaken, erase again, awaken again.

Remember, forget, remember again, forget again.

Constantly rising and falling in emotions, constantly stitching myself together in memories, constantly piecing together the fragments into a complete self, again and again.

Su Mingan is not Su Wensheng himself, and his memory was not awakened by this kind of recording. But he has obtained a lot of information - for example, he himself is the old god. The current gods have usurped his throne.

"Su Xiaobai, don't be sad." When Han Han saw Su Ming'an lowering his head, he thought he was sad because he failed to save Grandma Lin, so he quickly comforted her.

Su Mingan turned his head and gave a relieved look in return.

——And at this moment.

"——Your courage is commendable. How about the four of you?"

At the end of the bridge, a man dressed in pure white came forward. The rays of light fell on his shoulders, as if there was a gathering of brilliance.

In an instant, Han Han's face turned pale and his voice was stuck in his throat. Wang Mingming and Shang Qi next to him were so frightened that their legs and feet became weak and they collapsed on the ground.

They had seen sculptures like that man countless times in churches, auditoriums and other sacred occasions. Every inch was perfect, which aroused a lofty feeling of faith. People praised loudly, knelt down, and accompanied the saints.

Music, silks and flowers.

——But they never imagined that they would see it in reality.

The man with the radiance all over his body walked slowly towards here. The vehicles on the bridge stopped for a second, and the expressions on people's faces also froze at this moment. Their hair, fabrics, and breathing were all still.

.

Only Su Ming'an was sitting on the railing, her black hair fluttering in the wind, like the only long river flowing in time.

"God." Su Mingan said.

Their bet hasn't ended yet. Why did the gods come to see him?

Ridicule, cooperate, suppress, or... break the contract?

The whole body of the spirit is pure white, and its eyes are very light.

He stood still in front of him and looked at Su Ming'an's eyes carefully, as if there was something bright in them.

"If I have something to ask you, come with me." The god spoke, his voice like the escaping wind.

"I have something to do for the time being," Su Mingan said.

Wang Mingming and others looked pale with fright when they saw Su Ming'an being so contradictory. Even if they couldn't move, they still wanted to dissuade Su Ming'an.

...What can you do that is more important than God’s command? It’s just a waste of your life.

The god's eyebrows frowned, and the heavy pressure made others unable to stand upright. It could be seen that he was already a little unhappy, and his tone became low: "What's the matter?"

Su Mingan said:

"Go to the tomb and lay three bouquets of flowers."
Chapter completed!