"Why does the script cover look like this? Did I willingly embrace death and forget everything in the past? Then why did I do it?"
What must a person endure to crazily want to forget all memories? Could it be that those memories are filled with pain and despair?
Han Fei's heart was continually beating, this time not out of fear, but because of another emotion he couldn't yet understand.
"Someone wants to kill me, and he has succeeded ninety-nine times, or rather, I cooperated with him to die those ninety-nine times…"
With a blank mind, only fragments of death remained, and Han Fei stood under the blood night, his gaze moving to the surrounding game participants.
"Who could that person be? Whose body might he be hiding in? Is it a game participant, my parents, or the doctor who treated me?"
The Joker provided Han Fei with a lot of important information, and it seemed like a trade between them.
