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The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (118)

The weather is always unpredictable.

This was the first thing Song Ning thought of after getting up.

As soon as he woke up in the morning, he noticed that the temperature had risen significantly, by at least ten degrees. Although it was still cold, the fluctuation in temperature immediately reminded him of what Lance had said.

The temperature will undergo a dramatic change in less than a month, which will bring new disasters. As for what kind of disasters they will be, it is not yet clear.

However, he only worried for a short while before putting away these useless thoughts.

No matter what kind of disaster it is, he and Lance will work together to overcome it.

Moreover, compared to his previous isolation and helplessness, his current life is a better one than he ever dared to dream of. He not only has food and drink, but also his own place to live, and even a partner by his side.

This is the best of both worlds.

Why didn't you sleep in a little longer today? Why are you up so early?

A warm hug came from behind, and Song Ning turned around to hug back and rubbed against Lance's chest muscles.

"I'm feeling a bit better lately, and I'm not sleeping as much as before. What about you? Are you going out today?"

When Lance came back last night, I told him that they had indeed discovered a few new wild beasts, but they hadn't had time to deal with them yet.

"Hmm, let's go take another look, and maybe do some hunting while we're at it. Is there anything you'd like to eat?"

Song Ning almost laughed at this. "Do you think they're just lying around in the wild? Or are you a wishing machine?"

It's not like a free lunch in the wild; there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Lance remained noncommittal, but continued to press him to ask what he actually liked.

After thinking it over, Song Ning worried that Lance was really that troublesome, so he casually mentioned a rabbit.

Rabbits? The weather has warmed up a bit recently, so we should be able to catch quite a few; one probably won't be enough.

Lance thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay, then it'll be the rabbit."

He went back to change into a coat before coming out, saying, "I'm going out now. Don't overwork yourself at home."

He was kissed on the forehead, and then Lance disappeared outside the door.

Not long after leaving, Lance found a corner, transformed into a leopard, and quickly headed down into the underground. The cave entrance from yesterday was still there. This time, he went straight down into the cave to explore. The cave was a maze of tunnels, like the tunnels dug by some kind of rodent larger than a rat. A strong stench permeated the cave.

Without changing his expression, he continued forward in one direction. The pit was very deep, and he followed the tunnel for nearly an hour before finally crawling out of the narrow pit and leaping down to land in a wide open space.

The glowing crystal nuclei, resembling some kind of crystal mine, stretched forward from the open space. Their eerie blue fluorescence emanated a strange and mysterious aura in the darkness, and these lights seemed increasingly familiar to Lance.

He must have seen these blue lights before, and they must have something to do with the blue arc he saw that day.

But to this day, he still doesn't know what these things mean, and his memories show no sign of returning.

Lance wasn't in a hurry. He squatted down and examined the area of ​​crystal cores. He quickly discovered that these crystal cores were not natural products, but rather things that had fallen off.

After thinking for a moment, he took out a bag from his body, put a few coins in it, and glanced at the light ahead, deciding to continue forward and see what was happening.

Perhaps what he wants to know is related to this.

This hole was larger and more spacious than the previous one. Lance kept walking forward, and the crystal core also spread forward.

He made a brief note, and the number of crystal cores that have passed through this area has already reached an astonishing number.

It is no exaggeration to say that these crystal core fragments are more than enough to supply the survivors still alive on the entire planet.

But none of that mattered to him. Lance kept following that feeling, wanting to see if this place could help him regain his memories.

As he moved forward, he gradually felt a strange sense of familiarity with the eerie light emanating from these crystal cores.

The feeling was strange, like—these crystal cores were familiar, he had come into contact with them before, but he didn't know exactly how he had come into contact with them.

As they continued forward, the crystal cores suddenly disappeared completely.

Lance cautiously stopped and stood still for a while, quietly sensing the situation.

A voice that had been faint before was now gradually growing louder in his ears.

"drop--"

"drop--"

"drop--"

A hint of doubt flashed across Lance's face. The sound didn't seem to come from a living being, but rather from some kind of machine or something similar.

It is filled with a kind of inhuman texture and emptiness.

He continued walking forward, and gradually some zombie rats began to appear on the ground.

Strangely, when these zombie rats saw him, they all seemed to have seen some kind of terrifying creature and immediately fled at top speed.

Lance's steps gradually came to a halt. He observed carefully and, upon confirming that the zombie rats had fled from him, a strange expression appeared on his face.

The noise ahead grew louder, but he hesitated even more.

What's ahead?

What lies ahead?

What if the answer he received was one he didn't want to see?

A feeling of fear spread through his heart. This fear stemmed from his worry that if he continued to pursue the truth, the truth might make it impossible for him to continue being with Song Ning.

Should we uncover the truth?

This was the first time Lance had ever hesitated like this.

Time passed slowly, and he stood there for a long, long time. The zombie rats that had been fleeing had all disappeared.

The sound gradually grew louder in his ears, and Lance's hesitant expression slowly changed.

He took a step back and closed his eyes.

What if, as he suspected, the zombie rats and the crystal core were related to his true identity? Could he still accept himself as he was then?

Or, to put it another way, can he tell Ningning the truth?

He turned around, his face tense.

He couldn't make that decision; if the truth led to bad consequences, he might not be able to bear it.

At the very least, we should get Ningning's health back on track first.

He arrived quickly, and he left even faster.

Emerging from the underground entrance, Lance stood in the snow and took a deep breath.

We can't leave empty-handed. Let's go check out the tin shack area and maybe hunt a few rabbits to take back. We still have time today.

He leaped into the air and quickly ran towards the stench carried on the wind.

At the same time, a figure quietly approached the tin shack, its yellow vertical pupils scanning left and right, trying to identify what the tin shack in front of it was, its eyes filled with curiosity.