"My ghost energy should be able to do that, right?"
A ghostly aura emerged from Jiang Mao's fingertips and slowly floated towards Li Fuguang.
Li Fuguang took over Jiang Mao's ghost energy, answered in the affirmative, and then activated his ability.
A flash of white light flashed, and Li Fuguang's face gradually became rougher, his figure became taller, and his muscles grew.
Jiang Mao looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar face slightly absent-mindedly. After so many years, he had almost forgotten that he looked like this.
Li Fuguang was immersed in memories. Jiang Mao's most recent memory was when he was so frightened by Aunt Wang's cold air pressure that he dared not move after the thriller game announced that it would no longer be broadcast live.
The most profound memories from the past were covered with a layer of white fog, making it difficult for her to see clearly.
Li Fuguang's brows knitted into the Chinese character "Sichuan". He really had lost his memory, his memory was all blurry.
What should she do?
Li Fuguang subconsciously stretched out his hand and brushed it. Unexpectedly, the small piece of white mist was pushed away.
Li Fuguang was stunned for a moment, then sped up the movements of her hands until the memory reappeared in front of her eyes——
Ruined cities, debris of high-rise buildings piled into wasteland.
Li Fuguang was looking at Jiang Mao's memory, so naturally he was following his perspective, but he seemed to be lying down, looking up at everything.
Until someone she knew very well appeared in her sight!
Her mother! Zhou Zhanfeng!
Has Jiang Mao actually met her mother? !
Li Fuguang was shocked and speechless, but the two ghosts would not change their original course of action because of her.
Jiang Mao half-propped himself up and said with difficulty: "Zhou Zhanfeng, I lost. I am not as good as you. They are right, you are the strongest."
Zhou Zhanfeng looked crazy, but carefully pulled out a piece of fabric from his arms.
"In that case, can you help me find out where the person corresponding to this cloth is now? This is the clothes my daughter wore."
Jiang Mao was startled and looked troubled.
"I don't know who told you, but I don't have this ability. I can only kill people through cloth. I can't sense people."
Jiang Mao replied in a rough voice, not in a good tone. He felt that Zhou Zhanfeng was trying to embarrass him with this question.
Zhou Zhanfeng tilted his head and asked again,
"Really can't do it?"
Jiang Mao felt something was wrong, but he nodded anyway.
The memory ends abruptly here.
Li Fuguang used his extraordinary eyesight to clearly see the scene at the last second before the memory disappeared, the enlarged fist.
It is speculated that her mother knocked Jiang Mao unconscious. As for why he went to Jiangtou Village later, she did not know.
Li Fuguang couldn't tell much from this small piece of memory, but the fact that it occupies such an important position in Jiang Mao's heart, and that he had to remember it even if he lost his memory, must be related to the fact that he is now reduced to making a living in the real world.
Li Fuguang opened his eyes and faced Jiang Mao's anxious face.
"How is it? Did you see anything?"
Li Fuguang stretched out his index finger, put it against Jiang Mao's forehead, pushed him further away, and then asked:
"Have you met my mother? Zhou Zhanfeng."
"how do you know?!"
Jiang Mao's eyes widened in surprise,
"Did you see it in my memory? To be honest, I did meet Zhou Zhanfeng once, but I can't remember exactly what she did. She is so strong, and I am just a little devil, so I don't dare to get too close. …”
Li Fuguang's expression was weird, a little devil?
In his memory, her mother was already the King of Ghosts. The one who had the courage to challenge the King of Ghosts could only be the King of Ghosts, right?
Also, he has such bad abilities, and according to what he said, he has been practicing for a long time, but he is still just a fierce ghost?
But then again, how did he fall from the ghost king to the fierce ghost? Wasn't he knocked down by his mother's punch? And your brain was damaged by the way?
The more Li Fuguang thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case. She was a little afraid to look into Jiang Mao's eyes.
If he regains his memory, will he seek revenge on himself?
Seeing Li Fuguang hesitating and evading his eyes, Jiang Mao roughly guessed that it was definitely not a glorious thing anyway.
Li Fuguang finally told Jiang Mao, but it was a simplified version, omitting the mother's search for her daughter and the final punch, and focusing on Jiang Mao's failure to challenge her mother.
After hearing this, Jiang Mao fell into deep thought and left without saying a word.
…
Two days later.
This is the last game.
Not only Li Fuguang, but all the people in China were very nervous, looking forward to and afraid at the same time.
Soon, 7 o'clock arrived, and the familiar mechanical sound sounded again.
“Thrilling national fortunes…Zi…Zi…Zi…Logging in to the game…
Login failed...Login successful
The Chosen One is being selected...
Selection successful.
The copy "Creation of Gods" is loading...
Loading completed.
The game will be transferred in one minute, and now we will introduce the copy "Creation of Gods"——
background:
"If you pass this level, you will become a god."
Main mission: Travel through the horror game and become the strongest in the world.
Special reminder: There is no time limit, whether you become the strongest will be judged by the thriller game.
One minute is up and the transmission is about to begin...Zi...La...I wish you success in passing the level. "
The last game is really different. Not only does the audio and video signal sound like a bad sound, but also the game name and background are unique.
But the mission is very clear, to become the strongest in the horror world, as long as she can grow to the point where she can defeat her mother.
Oh, that's easy to say.
Fortunately there is no time limit.
Li Fuguang is already very familiar with the teleportation process. He can stay awake during the teleportation and can even find time to complain about the horror game.
The next moment, Li Fuguang appeared out of thin air in the bustling city.
There were ghosts and ghosts all around, and the air was filled with tension and fear. All the ghosts were running in the same direction.
What's happening here?
Li Fuguang opened a ghostly energy barrier around his body to separate the ghosts.
It's not that these running ghosts couldn't see her, but they all seemed to have a tacit understanding to avoid her.
Running for your life?
Li Fuguang thought for a moment, then grabbed an imp and pulled her into the barrier.
The kid had a panicked look on his face, and even after being pulled in, he looked like he wasn't in the situation.
Li Fuguang served him decisively.
After a few slaps, the kid's head was knocked crooked.
But the effect was remarkable. His eyes were able to close up, and he realized that the big ghost in front of him was more of a threat to his life than the danger that had not yet arrived.
Seeing this, Li Fuguang began to ask her questions.
"What's going on here, what is everyone doing?"
The little ghost trembled and replied: "Sir, don't you know? The ghost kings of 'Eternal Life' and 'Tianxuan' are at war in the next city, and it is about to affect us. If we don't escape, everyone will die!"
"Has a full-scale war started? The relationship is good, so there's no need to look for it slowly. The strong ones should be over there."
Li Fuguang looked in the direction pointed by the kid, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.
