"Yeah haha, what nonsense are you talking about... I'm a god, how could a god die?"
Facing Lin Yu's questioning, Shen Bingmiao inside the television screen reacted as if she had heard something very funny and could not help but laugh out loud.
Then, she waved her hand and looked at Lin Yu, saying, "Alright, Junior, you're really overthinking things..."
Lin Yu looked at Shen Bingmiao's appearance, the expression on his face not softening in the slightest.
This is your best acting yet, Senior Sister... If I didn't know myself well enough, perhaps I truly wouldn't be able to tell that you're lying to me.
You said it yourself just a moment ago, gods can die too.
Shen Bingmiao shook her head. "But I'm really not--although gods can die and fall, they don't have things like 'lifespan limits'."
"So... a god cannot foresee their own death."
As Shen Bingmiao explained, Lin Yu's expression looked increasingly grave.
Indeed, what Shen Bingmiao said might be the truth...
Yet the truth never meant she was not lying.
The more Shen Bingmiao explained like this, the more she joked, and the more relaxed an attitude she put on to make him feel at ease, the more she confirmed to Lin Yu...
That this petite Senior Sister was indeed arranging this operation in the Eternal Prison in the manner of "making funeral arrangements."
Lin Yu did not reply, only gazing at Shen Bingmiao, staring at her face and figure through that screen made of liquid crystal tubes.
Even though the hotel's television was high-end and the pixels were of sufficient high definition, if one observed the presented image carefully, a little bit of distortion could always be seen at the edges and details.
Moreover, aside from children, most mentally sound adults could realize that characters