Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

It was a mistake to meet that guy. He deserved to die early. Fortunately, he was already dead before she came down... Huh?

Why, "he" will die?No... why "he" is dead and they still meet?

Wait a minute, if "he" dies, who is that presumptuous guy in front of her and Master Chang'e?

"Who is he?Who is the person with them?What exactly is going on?!

"It seems, Yonglin, you remember it."

Perceiving Yonglin's increasingly pale face, Chang'e said in a timely manner:

"Before you came to the ground,'he' was already dead."

"Yeah...'he' at that time was dead."

Yonglin's gaze was a bit dull, and a chill immediately swept through her body behind her. She raised her face and looked at Chang'e, and asked with some trembling:

"Since'he' is dead, who on earth did I meet on the ground? Why, in my memory, I will meet'him'? Meet the already and dead'him'?"

"Yes, why?"

Chang'e leaned sideways, her voice abruptly seemed a bit distant:

"I can't answer this question for you, but I can give you a hint, Yonglin, is it really'he' who met you?"

"Isn’t this, of course? I didn’t know that he died just because I met him... No, no, I, I didn’t meet him... Wait, he who is it?"

Memory is such a strange thing. I clearly feel that everything in the past is vividly visible, but if I carefully examine it, I find that it is all flaws.

The vaguely rolling fragments in her mind tell Yonglin that some important parts of her memory are missing.

"Master Chang'e, I..."

"That's why I said, some things are better not to be known."

She seemed to have been infected by Yonglin's horrified gaze before, Chang'e flashed a touch of unbearable eyes, and finally sighed:

"You have never seen'him', nor have you met'him.' When you came to the ground,'he' was dead, and the person you met was another person."

"Then, then why would I think that the person I met was...'he'?"

"Because this is the inevitable chaos caused by the lack of memory, in order to fill the gap of the seven days, your consciousness automatically fills the void of the seven days with other memories."

"Seven, heaven?"

"Yes, it's not just you Yonglin, all in this world, all people who have experienced that era, have been deprived of seven days of memory."

"Deprivation, memory..."

Yonglin's eyes became far-reaching. Seven days said more and said less and less. The point is that those seven days have disappeared from everyone's memory. The depth of this is really shocking.

Suddenly, she looked at Chang'e with an imploring look, but she shook her head as if the other party had expected it a step earlier:

"Don't think about it, the effect of this deprivation of memory is irreversible, and in principle there is no way to restore it."

"Then, can the memory of these seven days never be retrieved?"

Not reconciled, this is Yonglin's only mood now. Her intuition tells her that whether it is a series of strange things that happened recently or the many doubts that have plagued her for a long time, all the answers must be hidden in the disappearing seven days!

"It's impossible to retrieve the memory, but there is a way to spy on it."

"Snoop...?"

Chang'e's words made Yonglin startled suddenly, she sank her impetuous heart, and asked slowly:

"What's the way?"

"The deprived memory does not disappear from your brain, but is completely scattered into the sea of ​​consciousness at the edge of the mind. It is impossible to retrieve it, but there are still ways to peek at one or two, such as'seeing Feel the excitement."

"The sense of sight..."

Yonglin's eyes narrowed slightly, Chang'e smiled without saying a word. She knew that the other party must have thought of someone, so she put away the smile from the corner of her mouth, she continued:

"But the sense of sight is based on luck and there is no way to master it. So if you have to recover the lost seven days, I have a more radical way."

Wen Yan Yonglin hurriedly asked:

"Be more radical? What is the method?"

The cunning in Chang'e's eyes flashed away:

"The specific manipulation of the method is very simple. There is such a saying among human beings that before death, people always recall some past events intentionally or unconsciously. People call this phenomenon..."

"The revolving lantern..."

After taking Chang'e's words, Yonglin uttered these three words, feeling the corners of her eyes twitching slightly.

"Yes, this is it."

Chang'e said lightly:

"The sea of ​​consciousness is distributed on the edge of the mind. It is impossible to touch it in normal times. Only when the consciousness of the person before death begins to dissipate, there is a chance of touching it in case."

Turning her back to Yonglin again, Chang'e continued to explain:

"That's a phenomenon that happens at the moment when the living is transformed into the dead. It is not an exaggeration to call it a miracle. How about, Yongrin, do you want to try?"

Chapter 46 Two Myths

Chang'e's second method can be summed up in one sentence, just die once.

It is a pity that this method is too costly for Yonglin. Once a god dies, it is not as simple as becoming a dead soul. It will cause great damage to both the mind and the body.

As a last resort, Yonglin would never bet her life.

"It seems you have already decided."

Chang'e didn't have any surprises about Yonglin's silence. Cherishing life is an instinct as a creature, not to mention the most superior god among them.

"... As you said."

Yonglin's frowning brows slowly loosened, and her smile was full of bitterness:

"It's better not to know some things."

If you don't know, you won't go into it, you won't worry if you don't. Now Yonglin can clearly feel that there is a big rock in her heart for no reason.

With a wry smile at the corner of her mouth, she looked at Chang'e and asked: