In an underground room on an unknown small Life Planet, Zhao Heng stared at the virtual image hanging in midair, his face blank as he looked at the Intelligent Life, and a sense that something was terribly wrong gradually rose in his heart.
Sometimes, a human's Sixth Sense was terrifyingly accurate!
"Bedrock, what exactly is going on? Don't tell me there's more to my death than it seems! Sigh, if the Resurrection Device didn't have some unavoidable flaws that caused the resurrected to suffer blurred and incomplete memories for a short period, I wouldn't have to ask you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the speaker reached out and wiped away a handful of sticky green liquid from his body. Watching the slime slowly ooze through the gaps between his fingers, he grimaced in pain.
"S-S-S-Speaker, Speaker, sir..." Bedrock was no fool. It naturally realized that something major might have happened to its employer.
So it hurriedly recounted the events of the past few days in full detail, one by one, not daring to be the least bit careless or mistaken. And very considerately, it explained everything with images as well.
About fifteen minutes later, it had finished recounting everything He Zhao had done over the past few days while wearing Old Zhao's identity.
"???"
Speaker Zhao's forehead was practically covered in question marks, and his whole person looked utterly incredulous.
"I insisted on mortgaging all my assets through the Imperial Bank for thirty trillion star coins? And I even rushed to offer ten percent interest? Not only that, I also borrowed Twenty Trillion Star Coins from no fewer than five thousand nobles in my contacts? Even some Mind Masters didn't escape, and I actually managed to borrow More than Ten High-Grade Pure Thought Crystals."
He was completely lost.
Because