"I had experienced all the desperate memories of my own past, and finally at the end, I destroyed an infant mummy; it must have been the body of the 'God of the Past,' and it was absorbing everyone's memories at that time." Gao Ming, the ordinary one, looked towards the young man who had lent him the gift, shaking his head slightly, "Your uncle wasn't behind the door; he might have already been devoured by the 'God of the Past.'"
Perhaps because what the ordinary Gao Ming said was too blunt, the young man couldn't accept it for a moment, and he shouted and questioned loudly.
At this moment, only the doors labeled "Now" and "Future" remained on the wall; it was estimated that those who had entered the door to the past might never return.
"There has already been a change inside the Xiang Sheng Yong Apartment Building; even if you didn't kill the 'God of the Past,' it has been severely affected," Liu Yi, clutching the red armband, said, her icy gaze finally softening a bit.
