Su Yida gave people a very strange feeling, so strange that he didn’t seem like the same person at all.

But it was obvious that this person's voice and appearance were very similar to Su Yida whom he had met before.

Could it be that something in the void occupied Su Yida's body and replaced his consciousness?

Or maybe...

What did he just say?

He and Cheng Shi led us out of the trial?

Go out? Trial?

The trial isn't over yet, how can we get out of it?

Zhao Qian was suddenly stunned, but then an absurd idea arose in his mind.

His eyes grew wider and his expression more shocked.

"It seems that you have guessed it?"

"Impossible. The power of [Memory] does not apply to past trials. This is a consensus and a rule. Impossible. You can't be..."

"Nothing is impossible. All the impossibilities in the world are just because you are not strong enough."

Perhaps it was because killing Cheng Shi put him in a good mood, Su Yida was obviously in a much better mood for conversation.

He smiled and stretched out his hand. A deep blue power of [Memory] emerged in his palm, flowing and entwining, mysteriously captivating.

“Memories of the old me.

You have probably never heard of this talent, of course, as it has not yet been put into the pool by [Memory].

This is one of the few god-level gifts that allows you to go back in time and find yourself."

Zhao Qian's pupils suddenly shrank, and he exclaimed in disbelief:

"You...you really are..."

"Well, our joyful sharing time is over. Since you have guessed my identity, please help me keep it a secret."

After saying that, Su Yida stretched out his hand again and pinched Zhao Qian's neck.

At this moment, Zhao Qian, who had been tense, suddenly felt relieved. His face showed the bitterness of shattered hope, but also a smile of finally being relieved.

"It seems you have figured it out. Yes, one of my men has lost a wronged soul."

Zhao Qian's face was as red as a pig's liver, and his blood vessels were bulging. He struggled to tilt his neck back, and asked the last question incoherently while spitting saliva.

"If... you come from... the future... can you... tell me... if there is still hope... in the future... world..."

Su Yida was stunned, as if he thought he had heard it wrong.

This eagle-eyed scout named Zhao Qian actually asked him whether there was hope for the future world at the last moment of his death.

ha.

What hope?

The hope of becoming a god, or... the hope of returning to the world before the advent of the "Gods"?

Does it make sense?

Idiot.

Su Yida sneered: "I don't know what you mean."

But then he let go again.

His expression suddenly became strange. Looking at Zhao Qian who was breathing heavily, he nodded meaningfully and said:

"I see, so you are one of theirs."

Zhao Qian's breathing suddenly stopped. He tensed his muscles, lowered his head and did not respond.

"No need to hide it, great fire bearer, I know of your existence, just as I know Cheng Shi."

Zhao Qian suddenly raised his head and looked at Su Yida. His eyes, which had been filled with despair just now, were now burning with endless hatred and resentment.

If an outsider knew the existence of Chuanhuo, it would be the most fatal blow to Chuanhuo!

And this kind of thing has already happened once!

He couldn't allow it to happen to him a second time.

"Are you angry? Don't worry, I won't reveal your existence to them like some people do.

You are indeed worthy of admiration, and I am not a cruel person.

but......

Judging from your actions of using this believer of the Truth to test his life, you seem to be a...

City Builders?"

Su Yida looked at Zhao Qian with interest and touched his chin.

"Drawing upon the greatness of God, we strive to build a new nation.

Oh, what an exciting slogan.

Who would have thought that the people behind these passionate slogans were a group of cold-blooded lunatics.

Even if it means saving the world, we cannot let go of the elitist rhetoric.

City Builder, humph.

Unfortunately, your plan to create a god almost failed.

Oh, by the way, I forgot, there was probably no plan to create a god at that time, it might still be in its infancy and had not yet been initiated.

Do you find it interesting to learn so many things about the future from me, Mr. City Builder?"

Zhao Qian held his breath and concentrated without saying a word.

At this moment, he was not only accepting the shocking information about the future, but also silently thinking about where his ending would lead to.

God-making plan!

This sounds like a wonderful plan. Everyone has finally reached that step. For the sake of a new country and new hope, they have launched a final challenge to the group of [Gods] on the throne!

Unfortunately, I will not be able to participate in this great feat.

Even if Su Yida stopped temporarily, his attitude was clear. He would not allow himself to live after knowing so many secrets of the future.

Zhao Qian, who had digested the shock in his heart, spoke in a low voice:

"You've told me so much, just tell me what you want to do."

"clever.

I like dealing with cheerful people.

I admire you very much, even though you are the criticized city builders, I still admire you.

To be honest, I need a body, but for some reason, I can't kill you.

so......

Mr. City Builder, please commit suicide.

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