Su Mingan sat on the railing and listened carefully with the help of his shared senses.
Su Wensheng's recording said:
"If you can hear this recording, you must be Su Wensheng."
"You have to remember what I'm going to say next."
"You must be wondering why you often lose your memory. It's because you carry the wishes of too many people, and this emotion has lasted for thousands of years. If you always remember their feelings, you will be swallowed up by endless emotions. Therefore, I will often hypnotize you to make you forget these heavy emotions. But I also left some clues to support you in pursuing your past memories."
Su Wensheng's voice was calm, but one could hear his trembling:
"Now, you should have investigated the Ark Project, and you have discovered that there is a Rebirth Project hidden behind it. I will tell you directly what the Rebirth Project is, so that you don't have to investigate it again. The 'Rebirth Project' is to cover up history, make humans completely forget the past, and limit their vision to the recent few years."
“As long as you erase human history, humans will no longer resonate with the art and emotions of the past. When you try to become a god, humans have already lost the foundation of their faith. The gods will be able to rule them forever, and humans will never be able to turn things around.”
"I guess that by now you should have realized the importance of becoming a god."
"You should have already researched some myths. Thousands of years ago, the old gods once protected mankind. But the Supreme God usurped the old gods' throne and showed no mercy to mankind, making the world oppressive and cold."
"I can tell you without reservation. The old god who disappeared a thousand years ago can be said to be... you."
Hearing this, Su Mingan was shocked.
He looked at the white tentacle slowly extending from his back and pushed it back.
"The feelings of the gods today towards you..." Su Wensheng's tone was a little hesitant: "Very contradictory."
"I guess He even said something like 'I like you very much'. Sometimes He may be reluctant to let you die, but when necessary, He will show no mercy."
"besides……"
At this point, Su Wensheng's tone began to become painful. For a moment, the only sound in the recording was his low gasps.
Su Mingan listened quietly, with only the moist wind from the bridge blowing past his ears.
“I…I…”
The pain in his voice became a line, and Su Wensheng coughed.
"Damn it, the emotions of countless people... come again..."
"This recording ends here... I have to... erase my memory first. Su Wensheng, if you hear this, your memory must have been awakened for the most part. Remember to record a recording that can awaken your next self in time... That's it, let's end it now."
With a "click", the recording was hung up and the bridge was silent.
Su Ming'an looked at the rolling river, his heart filled with shock.
Every once in a while, in order to prevent himself from being overwhelmed by countless emotions, Su Wensheng has to erase his memory, then make a recording that can awaken his memory, and pass on his memory piece by piece.
Erase, wake up, erase, wake up, erase again, wake up again.
Recall, forget, recall again, and forget again.
Constantly floating in emotions, constantly stitching myself together in memories, constantly piecing together the fragments to form a complete self, again and again.
Su Ming'an is not Su Wensheng himself, so this recording did not awaken his memory. 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. We will definitely be able to recover history." Hanhan saw Su Mingan lowering his head and thought that he was sad because he failed to save Grandma Lin.
Su Mingan turned his head and gave a comforting look in return.
——And at this moment.
"——You are very brave. Just the four of you?"
At the end of the bridge, a person dressed in pure white came over, with the sunset glow falling on his shoulders, as if gathering the light.
In an instant, Han Han's face turned pale and his voice got stuck in his throat. Wang Mingming and Shang Qi, who were standing next to him, were so scared that their legs and feet went limp and they collapsed to the ground.
They had seen sculptures similar to that man countless times in churches, halls and other sacred places. Every inch of it was perfect to the extreme, which made people feel a lofty sense of faith. People praised loudly, knelt down, accompanied by sacred music, silk and flowers.
——But they never thought that they would see it in real life.
The man with light all over his body walked slowly towards here. The vehicles on the bridge stopped at that second, and the expressions on people's faces were also frozen at that moment. Their hair, cloth, and breathing were all still.
Only Su Mingan was sitting on the railing, his black hair fluttering in the wind, like the only flowing river in time.
"God." Su Mingan said.
Their bet had not yet ended, so what was the purpose of the spirit coming to see him?
Mockery, cooperation, suppression, or... breach of contract?
The deity's entire body is pure white, with extremely light eye color.
He stood in front of him and looked carefully into Su Mingan's eyes, as if there was something bright in them.
"I have something to talk to you about. Come with me." The god spoke, his voice like a whirlwind.
"I'm busy for the time being." Su Mingan said.
Wang Mingming and others were so frightened by Su Mingan's defiance that they turned pale.
...What can you do that is more important than the command of the gods? You are simply throwing your life away.
The god frowned, and the heavy pressure made the others unable to stand up. He was already a little unhappy, and his tone became low: "What's the matter?"
Su Mingan said:
"Go to the grave and offer three bouquets of flowers."
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