"Wow! It's so high!" Xiaofeng sighed as he sat on his father's shoulders.
"Dad, have you always viewed the world this way? That's fine."
"That's necessary! I'm a very brave, mighty and tall giant," Dad boasted.
"Xiao Feng, how about we start running?"
Dad grabbed Xiaofeng's feet and started running
"Woo! Flying"
"Slow down, be careful of falling," the lady behind said worriedly.
"I got it." The two of them said this with a tacit understanding.
It has been more than a month since Yi Zifeng came here.
Now he only remembers the memories from birth to now, and knows nothing else.
He had even forgotten what happened to him before and how he got here.
At the top of the pyramid altar, inside the tightly wrapped
The thing inserted on Yi Zifeng's forehead will make people indulge in the dream it creates.
There is a scar buried in everyone's heart. It will find the scar in the heart of the person it swallows, allowing him to find a trace of comfort and warmth in his dreams.
Slowly causing the enemy to be lost forever and sink into that dream.
At that time, the enemy no longer had the consciousness to resist, and was like an empty shell, becoming a real fish on a sticky board, ready to be slaughtered.
The scar in Yi Zifeng's heart is that he lacks the warmth of a family. Playing happily with his father and eating the food cooked by his mother are things that every child can enjoy at any time.
However, he never had the chance to enjoy and experience it. These seemingly ordinary things were, in his eyes, a luxury that he could never experience in his lifetime.
Perhaps, dying in such a beautiful dream might be a kind of happiness for him.
Watching the red light emitting from the thorn ball gradually disappear, the two of them didn't know whether to be excited or worried.
"Uncle, the red light in this ball has started to disappear. Does it mean that Ah Feng has succeeded? Isn't it?" Bai Meng'an asked worriedly
Master Gu shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe it's almost successful."
"is that true?"
The ancient master sighed. Even though he said that, he didn't know what was going on. Even though the "book" contained some descriptions of the "body of ten thousand souls", there was still no detailed record of its secrets.
The ancient masters are also constantly thinking: Why did the ancient gods and people build it? What is the purpose of forging the "Body of Ten Thousand Souls"? Who was the "Body of Ten Thousand Souls" created for? Or……
"Forget it, forget it, let's not think about it for now, let's pray that Ah Feng can survive this test."
In the thorns, Yi Zifeng's life breath is getting weaker and weaker, and his soul is about to become one of the ten thousand souls along with the thorns above his head.
In the dream, the sentence "The way you look now really suits you." came to Xiaofeng's ears.
Xiaofeng's body began to tremble unconsciously and break into cold sweats.
Xiaofeng didn't know why it happened like this. He wanted to think about it but there was always a voice telling him
"Don't think about it. Staying here is the best choice."
Xiaofeng's head began to feel inexplicable severe pain.
"It hurts so much. What on earth...is going on?"
The sentence "Have you also forgotten your hatred?" reached Xiaofeng's ears, making his head hurt even more.
He wanted to seek help from his father and mother, but found that they were motionless, as if everything around them had stopped.
"Who are you...?" Xiaofeng said with difficulty.
"Haha, hahaha! Hahaha!" "He" laughed wildly, "You really make me sad. You are so forgetful and you have lost your memory again just a few days ago. Oh my, it really makes me so sad."
"Amnesia? Are you talking about..."
Before Xiaofeng could say anything, he felt his body shake, and many incomplete and broken memories appeared in front of his eyes.
Everything around Xiaofeng began to slowly disappear, and finally the entire space turned into a pool of blood.
Yi Zifeng looked at the entire dim space in confusion, looking down at his reflection in the blood pool.
Realizing that he had grown up, he didn't know whether to be confused or sad to cry.
Yi Zifeng squatted down, touched the surface of the blood pool with his hand, looked at his reflection, and asked himself
"This...is...me?"
"Yes, this is you" "He" whispered softly in Yi Zifeng's ear
Yi Zifeng hurriedly looked back and found that no one was there, and he began to feel inexplicably panic.
"Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Let me go quickly," Yi Zifeng shouted
"who I am?"
"Hahaha!" "His" voice kept echoing in the space, irritating Yi Zifeng's eardrums.
"I am your brother!" "He" whispered softly in Yi Zifeng's ear
Yi Zifeng looked back again and found a person who looked the same as himself standing behind him, but smaller than him, like an eight or nine-year-old child, but he was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
"you you you……"
Yi Zifeng didn't know why he was very scared when he saw him, as if he had something precious that was going to be taken away by him.
"What, if you lose your memory, have you forgotten your relatives? Brother," "he" said
Yi Zifeng stood up and asked, "Who are you?"
"Me? It's your brother Yi Zian, brother"
"You're lying. I'm the only child in the family. Why do I have so many younger brothers? Don't lie to me. Who are you?"
"Brother, you are really forgetful," Yi Zian said helplessly.
I saw that Yi Zian came in front of Yi Zifeng in an instant and inserted his fingers into Yi Zifeng's brain.
"It saves more time than talking over and over again. You think so too, brother."
"ah!"
He kept pouring some things into Yi Zifeng's mind, which made him feel very uncomfortable as if he was about to be exploded.
He forced a "memory" that he had no memory of in Yi Zifeng's mind. No, it should be said that Yi Zifeng's original memory came back.
After Yi Zian finished transferring his memories, he quietly said to Yi Zifeng, "Brother, you owe me another favor."
"Remember I will always be by your side forever"
After saying that, he left and disappeared into the shadows.
Yi Zifeng slowly recalled and sorted out those memories. As his eyes became vacant, ripples began to appear in the blood pool.
Corpse hands stretched out from the center of the ripples, slowly stretching out. Corpses crawled out of the blood pool and limped toward Yi Zifeng.
Yi Zifeng looked at the corpses, his eyes full of fear and disbelief.
"You...don't..."
They grabbed Yi Zifeng one after another, complaining constantly.
"Why, you who survived! You broom star"
"Why, the whole clan wants to protect you! Why!"
"Why don't you die! How wonderful it would be to die!"
Yi Zifeng was pinned to the ground and looked at the empty eyes of his people who had no eyes for a long time and the familiar faces. He also began to be afraid.
"Why don't you die!"
"Go to hell!" "Go to hell!"
They all said in unison, "Death! Die! Die!..."
They are constantly eroding Yi Zifeng's spiritual defense like boiling frogs in warm water.
Suddenly, two hands pinched Yi Zifeng's neck tightly.
"Cough cough cough!"
Yi Zifeng wanted to see clearly, but when he did, his last line of defense would be on the verge of collapse.
"Why, daddy, grandma"
"You bastard, why don't you die!"
"You were the one who killed us, why don't you pay with your life!"
Yi Zifeng looked at the clansmen in front of him and shed tears helplessly, explaining everything silently.
