What?
Lin Xian's eyes widened.
17 minutes... 21 seconds...
He would die?
To be honest, he had braced himself for this moment. If Einstein would answer July 7th to his question, he would openly acknowledge the other party's mighty prowess, and their ability to see the accurate future.
After all, from the three dreamlands: The Fifth Dreamland, The Sixth Dreamland, and The Seventh Dreamland, ironclad evidence exists that he would die on July 7th.
As long as Einstein could come up with the date, it would indeed prove that he wasn't lying.
But Lin Xian had never imagined...
That the ultimate answer he would receive would be this horror-stricken!
Wait a minute.
His brain was racing with thoughts.
First of all,
Einstein precisely articulated the method of death: decapitation. This, with high probability, suggested the truth to his prophecy. This old man was truly skillful; Lin Xian believed it.
Secondly,
Why... has the time of his death changed?
