Be a good guy in the infinite game

Yin Chu remembered everything.

The companionship from my mother when I was young, the lovely stone sculptures on the window sills of the cabin, and the unforgettable fighting and hatred in the bone erosion formation.

hatred.

It's hard for reason to come back, but the more I recall it, the more painful it is.

He couldn't control his anger and hatred, so he locked himself back into the Bone Corrosion Formation.

At that moment, the black-haired boy once again looked at where Song Huanyu was.

Like many times before, Song Huanyu thought it was an illusion.

But when Yin Chu spoke, he was shocked.

"Are you there?"

"I feel it, you're here."

This was the first time that Song Huanyu heard Yin Chu speak to him in such a long time.

His voice was so hoarse that it didn't sound like even human speech, but he miraculously understood it.

Babbling like a baby learning to speak, he continued: "I.....recovered a little bit of memory, but I can't keep it like this forever. My mother....my mother..."

The more he talked, the darker the boy's eyeballs became, and the boundless anger and hatred were like a beast, ready to devour him at any time.He raised his head and roared, and after a meaningless murmur, he continued: "...I want to delete this memory."

"When I was young, I had a very happy life. I had a gentle mother and a kind father. Although I could only see him once a month, they all treated me very well.

gentle. "

Yin Chu stared at the direction of the air, as if he was talking or muttering to himself: "In the end, my father killed my mother's clansman, and my mother killed my father with her own hands, and also filled me into the bone erosion formation. Everything you ever had was a lie."

In the wooden hut in the forest, there are various stone carvings made for him by women on the window rails.

In the pavilion on the cliff, a woman once taught him calligraphy word by word.

There are also ancient scrolls.

Yes, and that hard-to-remember ancient scroll.

"I devoured a lot of resentful spirits, and then obtained their memories... That ancient scroll was the mother clan formation that she secretly collected. She hid it from her father and taught it to me secretly...Why did she teach it? As for me, she obviously filled me into the Bone Erosion Formation to sacrifice to the clansmen."

Amidst the sorrowful resentment, Song Huanyu seemed to hear a smirk.

He looked at Yin Chu, but found that his lips were quietly closed.

"I once told my mother that I want to be a good person." The dark flames scorched him: "My mother smiled and said that I would definitely not be able to do it." "This is Beijue Mountain, where my mother's mother's family lives Where they passed by, there are [-] bones of the Beijueshan clan buried here, but their innocent souls

I swallowed them all. "

"She's right, I can't even hate her, I can't stop myself from destroying it all, I can't do it."

Yin Chu said these words to himself, then raised his head again, looking in Song Huanyu's direction.

"are you still there?"

Yes, I am.

When Yin Chu spoke, Song Huanyu was right in front of him. He looked at the young man, his heart ached, and he wanted to touch his head, but his body directly passed through the young man's cheek.

"I can't help myself, so I have to erase this memory... If you see me again, please tell me my name, just say

My name is Yin Chu. "

"Also, I used to want to be a good person."

"Thank you."

In places that Song Huanyu hadn't noticed, the black-haired boy had unknowingly carved out a complex and huge formation. The black flames passed by, and this formation wrapped the boy inside.

He uttered an extremely shrill cry.

Song Huanyu stood beside him, watching his pain and struggle.

He had no choice but to accompany him in this way. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Since then, Yin Chu sank into the ground and began to sleep deeply.

After that, even if he no longer witnessed it with his own eyes, he knew what would happen.

Yin Chu lost his memory and fell into a long sleep underground to suppress his hatred and anger.

But his hostility was too violent, and eventually the mountain range he lived in turned into an inaccessible place of death, and those running beasts that had been infected by his hostility were also alienated into monsters.

And during the hundreds of thousands of years of his deep sleep, many creatures who set foot here were entangled in hostility, and all of them became dead souls.

Until a certain game was born, this mountain range was isolated from the outside world, forming the Hundred Thousand Mountains that people know today.

The first wave of players who boarded the game entered the dungeon, opening the era of it as a "hundred thousand mountains".

A flash of light flashed, and Song Huanyu felt that he finally had a body.

He opened his eyes, and saw the black-haired boy in the formation prostrate on the ground, tightly wrapped in strange blood-colored lines, and the strange inscription pierced into his body like a blood-sucking vessel, continuously sending the black flames into his body. Go to the surrounding formations, and then use the soul-locking formation to suppress him.

He saw Yin Chu closing his eyes in pain in the center of the soul lock formation.

It turned out that everything was a dream. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City What he saw was the memory of Yin Chu before he turned into a ghost.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Song Huanyu suddenly understood everything.

The soul-locking array is actually a modified version of the bone-eroding array.

Yang Zuowei developed the painting method of the Bone Erosion Formation on the abandoned altar of Shiwanda Mountain many years ago. He devoted himself to research and advanced modification, and it became the current Soul Locking Formation.

The purpose is to trap Yin Chu.

At this moment, doubts suddenly arose in his heart.

Thousands of years ago, Yin Chu, who controlled the black flame, had easily broken through the restraint of the bone erosion array, turning the Beijue Mountains into a barren mountain with nothing. If he hadn't taken the initiative to repair it and was trapped in it, no one could stop him.

But now, he will suffer so much because of this dilapidated formation 80 years ago?

Thinking this way, the black-haired boy suddenly opened his eyes in the soul lock formation.

Song Huanyu felt startled, but nothing happened.

The boy just opened his eyes and looked at the sky of Shiwan Dashan.

"Yin Yin?" "Yin Yin?!"

Song Huanyu, who has regained consciousness, is now between Lin beasts and humans, half-human, half-beast.

This time, with a physical body, he immediately crawled over desperately, trying to hug the boy.

When Yin Chu heard the call, his dark eyes swept towards him.

The vortex-like pupils just glanced at him lightly, without hatred or anger, but for some reason, Song Huanyu's heart suddenly turned cold.

This Yin Chu still looks like when he was 16 years old.

But he is sure that Yin Chu has recovered his memory.

With that sweeping glance, there was no emotion... The young man seemed to be detached from something, but also seemed to be thinking about something.However, what such emotionless eyes brought him was not peace of mind, but fear.

After those violent memories came back, Yin Yin seemed... to be about to become something else he couldn't understand.

Central Left Guard stood outside the formation and immediately noticed the change.

The middle-aged man frowned and looked towards the center of the formation.

In fact, Nightmare Games has a set of rules for judging whether a dungeon is cleared. After years of exploration, Eighth Day has mastered a lot of key information.

interest.

The one hundred thousand mountain was sealed as a dungeon because the owner of the tomb was too hostile. If the hostility spread out of the mountain, it would pose a huge threat to the outside world.

Rescuing the owner of the tomb can resolve the hostility.

Of course, it is also possible to kill the owner of the tomb.

After ten years, Yang Zuowei collected and perfected the soul-locking formation. Under the increasingly severe situation, he originally planned to tame this relatively docile five-star dungeon boss and take it back for his own use.

Everything was going smoothly, but something happened suddenly on the way.

The owner of the tomb and the half-lin beast were thrown into the soul-locking array together. Not only did they not kill each other, but the young man who finally turned into a beast regained some of his sanity, and his body gradually shrank. Now he looks half-human and half-animal

Absolutely not the way it should be.

What is going on?

However, the moment he stepped into the formation, the formation connecting Lin Beast and the owner of the tomb was suddenly touched, and Yin Chu, who was in the center, seemed to have merged with the formation, and the cold and fierce flames struck instantly.

The young man who was locked in the Soul Locking Formation suddenly opened his eyes, and it seemed to him that he had already appeared in front of Yang Zuowei in the next second.

"You're not trapped?!"

The black-haired boy covered it like a pool of thick, pitch-black shadows, and the black flames burned the entire formation in an instant.

He manipulated the flames without any emotion, and pointed at Yang Zuowei's life gate.

So far, the leader of the eighth day has seen various dungeon monsters.

Some are bold and stupid, dominated by desire; some are unfathomable, touch the rules, and cannot look directly

Yang Zuowei immediately realized that the owner of the tomb here belonged to the latter.

Bad luck, or rather, big luck.

Seeing that the situation is not good, he immediately prepares to evacuate. It is really hasty to tame the tomb owner today, and it will take a long time in the future.

At this time, the bleak flames danced towards him like a snake, Yang Zuowei stretched out his hand to block, but it was useless, and his arm was instantly lifted by the flames.

In the rage and resentment, all kinds of resentful spirits screamed and devoured the flesh and blood, which made Yang Zuowei's heart go numb.

The owner of the tomb watched him indifferently from the flames, stretched out his hand, and prepared to attack him for the second time.

Totally overwhelmed!

The owner of the tomb looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, the type who could talk.

He had only one arm left, and there was no way to escape. Seeing the burning flames all around him, he stood with one arm behind his back in the next second, and took a step towards the owner of the tomb.

step.

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"I am the leader of the Eighth Day organization, sorry to disturb you."

At the end of the road, Yang Zuowei was so embarrassed that he tried to talk.

The boy didn't respond to his words, but he didn't continue to attack, so Yang Zuowei continued tentatively: "This world is about to be destroyed, because there are too many existences like you, and you have already affected the normality of the outside world. 20 years ago, I was fortunate to leave Shiwandashan, and 20 years later, in order to continue to survive, I had no choice but to come here."

"Sorry for what I did to you, but I don't regret it."

The owner of the tomb looked at him with dark eyes, not knowing how much he listened to.

"But now I've changed my mind. After seeing your strength, I think we should have the possibility of cooperating..." He said while observing the timing, and the single arm on his back began to seal quietly, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

But there were flames all around, and the pitch-black flames seemed to have life at this moment, staring at him like pairs of eyes.

There is absolutely no escape.

"You are the one who rebuilt the Bone Erosion Formation..." the boy suddenly said hoarsely.

The owner of the tomb can speak!

Can communicate!

A happy look appeared on Yang Zuowei's face.

In order to buy time, he did not answer yes or no.

The formation is specially used to deal with the owner of the tomb. Whether he admits it or not, he is easy to be targeted by the violent boss, so he just raised his head slightly, and met the boy's dark pupils with a calm posture: "... eclipse Big Bone Formation?"

These words were spoken from the middle-aged man's mouth, and his expression suddenly cracked like a pain in a teenager.

The memory and hatred of being a human being surged up all of a sudden, and a woman's apologetic and piercing apology came from my ears: "Chu'er, mother, I'm sorry.

You, be a good person in your next life! "

"Sorry……"

"Sorry……"

"Sorry……"

The young man lowered his eyelids slightly, and in an invisible place, the flames of hatred and anger continued to burn the memory constructed by nine points of beauty and one point of betrayal.

In the next second, the pitch-black flames started a prairie fire, and the hostility around the young man almost turned into substance, piercing through Yang Zuowei's flesh.

There was no explanation, and there was no time to react, the middle-aged man just disappeared in front of Yin Chu in an instant.

"Ah Yinyin, be careful...!"

Song Huanyu, who is half human and half animal, noticed the movement of Yang Zuowei's one-handed seal.

He lay on the ground, very worried that on the eighth day the leader's rhetoric would make his mind pure. Yin Chu, who had only been fooled once in his life, was taken in by Yin Chu, but before he could say a word to remind him, the middle-aged man was burned to ashes.

His reminder attracted Yin Chu's gaze, which was numb, hot and cold.

The black-haired boy was surrounded by flames. Although he still looked like a 16-year-old boy, he didn't look like a human or a ghost.

He seemed to have materialized into hatred itself.

Song Huanyu choked for breath, only feeling a slight pain in his heart.