"Recognizing a friend?" Yun Lintian furrowed his brow.
He could understand Gui Xuan's message, but he was puzzled as to why the black hand, which was a part of the God of Death's body, considered him a friend.
"Aren't you the God of Death?" Yun Lintian looked at the black hand and asked.
The black hand gave him a thumbs-up again.
"Wait a moment." Yun Lintian took out a large book and a pen. "Can you write?"
Yun Lintian held the book and passed the pen to the black hand.
The black hand grabbed the pen and wrote something in the book.
Yun Lintian took a look and saw a long sentence.
"I cannot remember the past, but I know that I am the right hand of Si Wang, the Primordial God of Death. I recognized your strength."
Yun Lintian was surprised. "You really don't remember anything else?"
The black hand wrote more. "I don't even know why I am here. You two are the first person I have met so far."
