Jing Shiyu and Xue Rong stood aside, looking at Lin Xing who was gradually calming down.

Jing Shiyu asked, "Lin Xing? Are you okay?"

Lin Xing, who was originally lying on the ground, suddenly raised his head, and a terrifying murderous intent surged out of his body, shocking Jing Shiyu and Xue Rong present to a cold sweat.

In Lin Xing's eyes, there seemed to be countless murders and murders that continued to emerge.

The scenes of life and death fighting were extremely clear in front of him, even more profound and clear than his memories of traveling yesterday and the day before yesterday.

Whether it is the memories of ploughing land, chopping wood, hunting, or the memories of being chased and killed by others later, what comes to Lin Xing’s mind is the first-level picture.

He didn't know when that happened or where it happened.

I can only know that it should have started when he was a child, because he saw an extremely tender and thin palm.

And that battle I have experienced for many years.

Xue Rong said: "Let him rest and organize his memories well. If he is lucky, he will recover in one or two days."

"I must have remembered more in the past, so what I did at that time should be abiding by the law."

Xue Rong shook his head: "It's crazier than before."

"Yes, killing someone will pay for your life."

"What if the me in the memory of the farmland is the real me?"

Xue Rong touched his beard and frowned and said, "It's hard to say, but I'm afraid that the part of my revival memory will have some problems for him, which will make his condition worse and even shake his own perception."

Lin Xing felt that he remembered more things about law-abiding: "If you want to capture me alive, it is more serious than killing people, and you should die."

In addition, a trace of doubt came to my mind: "But in the memory of mastering skills since I was a child, I often went back in time. On the contrary, in most of my childhood memories, there was no event of going back in time."

Lin Xing smiled and said, "How could I forget it? You taught me the skills of spiritual vision at the beginning."

"They all want to kill me...I want to kill them all."

"When I was a child in this life, I was probably raised by my parents. Every day, I went to school and went home to play... But what did I play?"

But Lin Xing couldn't remember who said this sentence.

He tried to recall the memories of the present world, but found that these memories were becoming increasingly difficult to remember.

When he came to his senses and looked at the house and Jing Shiyu in front of him, Xue Rong even felt a little blurred and distant.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "The world clearly records my life from childhood to adulthood."

“When did I have this experience?”

It was like he remembered that he had eaten breakfast and that he had not eaten breakfast. The strange sense of contradiction made Lin Xing's sea of ​​consciousness turn upside down.

But what is the content of the law?

"I can't remember..." Lin Xing hugged his head in pain: "I can't remember."

He felt that both of them were themselves, but they had no connection and were different.

He only remembers that this sentence is very important and he must abide by it.

The instant revival of these memories made him feel like he had spent many years in a row.

The childhood memories that emerged at this moment...

He remembered the scenes of many people who wanted to capture him alive and then all of them were beaten to death by him.

The vague memories of my childhood...

He grabbed his hair in pain: "I can't remember it."

He looked at the valley village in front of him and thought to himself: "The reality is... I am in the village where Xue Rong lives in seclusion, which means that I am here looking for memories, who are the real me now."

But as soon as she clenched her fists, Lin Xing froze there again: "She is Jing Shiyu, she didn't want to kill me."

"I can't remember..."

As he thought about it, Lin Xing felt that he could not tell which one was the real him.

Jing Shiyu looked at Lin Xing who kept muttering to himself and asked, "What should I do now?"

The girl's face was cold and there was no sign of expression. She said in a faint voice: "Lin Xing, do you remember me?"

A sentence suddenly appeared in Lin Xing's mind, and he murmured: "I want to abide by the law."

He continued to recall other memories: "Who else taught me to abide by the law? This is very important and must be remembered."

But this is just a judgment he can make. In fact, there are quite a lot of memories of life and death fighting mixed in his mind. Sometimes he can't tell which death is which memory.

Jing Shiyu frowned and said, "How could I be the Emperor of Great Zhou?"

...

Xue Rong shook his head and sighed: "If it's just to remind you of what you ate yesterday, it certainly doesn't matter."

"But there are exceptions..." Lin Xing's mind was filled with troubles that he did not die after being injured. It was a torture that took longer and was more dangerous than death.

Jing Shiyu said inexplicably: "Isn't it just reviving memory? Why are there such a big problem?"

"I mastered the skills at such a young age, which means I lived in the mirror world when I was a child?"

At this moment, a skirt appeared in his perspective. Lin Xing looked up and found that a girl in a long skirt appeared in front of him.

Lin Xing thought for a while and said, "Master Bai, don't worry, I remember you."

Lin Xing, who had memorized for two days, came up with this result.

When Jing Shiyu's call came from his ears, he looked up and saw that the endless memory of killing seemed to make him feel murderous intent.

"He may have a similar situation." Xue Rong looked at Lin Xing and said, "He may have awakened memories that he could not accept."

This memory revival not only failed to help Lin Xing solve the problem, but instead made his memory in the present world more blurred and made him deviate in his cognition of his own identity.

Jing Shiyu looked at Lin Xing and said, "Lin Xing, Lingshi is what I taught you, do you still remember?"

"I can't kill people because...because..."

Bai Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm really afraid that you will forget me."

Lin Xing only remembers fighting with them again and again.

Lin Xing nodded confidently: "I remember it's like this. If I didn't kill me, I'll just be disabled. I don't have to pay my life."

"Criminal law...I remember...it should be a killing person to pay for his life."

Xue Rong said: "Look, you can't accept this identity at all."

Two irrelevant memories circling in my mind at the same time, and the strong sense of confusion seemed to drive Lin Xing crazy.

In the next few days, Jing Shiyu and the puppet girl took turns to guard Lin Xing, watching each other closing their eyes from time to time to ponder, or suddenly talking to themselves.

Xue Rong, who was standing beside him, judged: "There is no big problem, but the memories of the past are a little blurred, which should not affect your future life."

Lin Xing thought with his fingers: "If you don't kill me, you don't have to die."

"But now, what would you do if you suddenly remember that your true identity was the last emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and lived here under your own name?"

"What's going on with my memory in this world?"

Jing Shiyu said: "What if you are not lucky?"

Looking at Lin Xing's confused and painful appearance, Jing Shiyu said nervously: "What's wrong with him?"

Lin Xing was slightly stunned, and then laughed: "I didn't remember it clearly just now, but now I remember it. Lingshi was taught by Miss Jing."

The puppet girl turned around and said coldly towards Jing Shiyu and Xue Rong on the other side, "Look at him, look at him? Can this be calculated?"

In his mind, he remembered that he had many times in the woods, in the fields, and crippled his opponents, and then let them go many times.

“Who is me?”

He murmured, "So those plowing and cutting trees... are not really the memories I deserve."

Gradually, Lin Xing recovered little by little from the initial chaos.

"The one who has been cultivating the fields and chopping wood, killing people and being killed all the way, is not the real me..."

Lin Xing shook his head and said, "This is not possible. Even if I don't mention the memories of this revival, my memories will increase and more in the future. Is there no way to let me manage my memories better?"

He also thought of Xue Rong who had seen many memories that he had forgotten in his sea of ​​consciousness. If he didn't find a solution, how could he view these memories?

Jing Shiyu also asked: "There are no secret techniques. Can skills solve this problem?"

Xue Rong pondered and said, "I'm not satisfied with this, so I can only go to Taiqingmen."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!