Wu Zhao, a god in a state of embarrassment, lost part of his memory and thought he was just like this, dissipating into the void...
... But in the dead air, a voice came.
——[Do you want to survive?
I will give you the same amount of freedom.
Wu Zhao's expression was incomprehensible: It's a very tempting condition—but it's a pity that my freedom and my heart have long since passed away together.
In the dead air, sounds still come from far away
[God said... Your new life is about to begin.
Are you sure you don't want to try it...
Intention: Eat too much salt and feel idle.