The information Su Bai had received from the Director's theater and Wu Heng's words had already gone far beyond his understanding.
Only now did he truly understand why Su Xuan and Wu Heng had never agreed to tell him this "information."
Because none of it was ordinary information at all.
To Su Bai, these were his memories-their memories. Things that had truly happened, a cruel, heavy, irreversible past that could never be completely erased, no matter how many times they forgot or how many times and spaces they traveled through.
Just then, although he had not stepped through another door, his surroundings changed again.
He was still standing in the Human-Faced Forest, and Feng Ling and the others lay on the ground, utterly exhausted, just as they had in the theater before. But this time, he was not a "participant." He was more like a spectator, standing off to the side and watching it all.
Unlike the memories he had just experienced, Wu Heng did not appear.
Time ticked by, but the "Su Bai" lying on the ground and Feng Ling never moved again. The entire forest was so quiet that it seemed everything had long since ended. The cold, damp soil beneath them seemed to have drawn the last trace of warmth from their bodies.
Su Bai frowned and said softly, "This isn't something I experienced."
"It certainly isn't." The Director's voice suddenly drifted over, as light as a breeze descending from the horizon. "I was simply curious what would have become of Mr. Su's 'death' if the Ghost Shaman hadn't been there and the other one hadn't appeared either. So I put a little effort into running a simulation."
"What I didn't expect was..." A hint of excitement and amusement entered the Director's voice. "The dead Mr.