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The cold wind was blowing, and the sky was so gloomy that it seemed to be overwhelmed, which made people feel depressing. The single-family Chinese courtyard house surrounded by ruins, with four walls paved with blue tiles, was faintly covered with damp and cold after the rain.

A figure climbed up the wall, glanced at the young man on the opposite side, and flew away with a folding umbrella.

The young man on the opposite side didn't raise his eyes, he opened his hand to catch it, then raised his wet eyelids, took a look at him, and said indifferently: "It's you."

Mo Yang wiped the line of rain on his face, looked up at the fine line of rain and the gloomy sky, and said calmly, "General, have you found your body yet?"

Lin Han's eyelashes drooped slightly, and his eyes fell on the muddy area under the wall. The rain rays gathered into a rain curtain, blurring his vision, and the distance and near were all gray.

This place is located in the demolition area, except for this old house, the rest are all in ruins. The tall green tree in the distance is also dumped among the broken bricks and rubble. Compared.

After a long time, Lin Han closed his eyes, feeling the icy raindrops hitting his face, the darkness of the doomsday swept his vision, but only a bright figure dazzled his eyes unexpectedly.

Lin Han suddenly opened his eyes, there was only endless coldness in his eyes, and the familiar shadow did not appear.

Mo Yang snapped his fingers to conjure up an umbrella, and stretched it open to keep the rain out.

"I think you have always had a doubt in your heart, and I happen to know how to solve it for you."

Hearing this, Lin Han's indifferent eyes finally fell on him, and his cold voice came through the rain.

"Do you know why I lost a memory?" With a move of Lin Han's hand, the folding umbrella opened above his head, and the raindrops hit the umbrella surface, "Why do you know?"

Mo Yang said succinctly: "All the answers are in the golden pestle at the back of your head."

"Can you take out that golden pestle?"

"No." Mo Yang avoided Lin Hansen's cold gaze and added bravely, "Only Lu Li can take out the golden pestle."

Lin Han: "..."

He raised his hand with displeasure, and when Mo Yang saw his actions, he felt that something was about to happen, and immediately recalled the fear of being dominated by the desert and the scorching sun.

Mo Yang roared loudly, "But!"

Lin Han stopped in a hurry.

Mo Yang: "But I can tell you what happened that year."

Lin Han fell into silence, Mo Yang anxiously waited for a reply, only the patter of rain remained in the quiet place.

It took a long time before Lin Han spit out a few words.

"No."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Yang felt a strong wind passing by, and he was instantly thrown out.

Flipping a few times in mid-air, he staggered to the ground, managed to stand still under the corridor, and bumped into a human wall unexpectedly.

Mo Yang turned his head and saw Ah Ren who was frowning deeply.

Ah Ren glanced at Lin Han's lonely back through the heavy rain, and asked, "How long has it been?"

Mo Yang said: "Ten days."

"It's been ten days since Lu Li disappeared, and he's been sitting there like this for ten days." Ah Ren scratched his hair irritably, "It's not a problem if this continues, why don't you just tell him that Lu Li will never come back again. It’s okay, so that he won’t be scary sitting there all the time. You go and say, don’t you go? Then I will go.”

Just as he was about to fly up the wall with his feet, Mo Yang dragged Aren back, "Can you hold your breath, you go now, maybe he will vent his anger on you and let him calm down, anyway, he lost the memory of thousands of years ago, even if No matter how sad and sad, I will not seek death or life."

"But......"

Mo Yang shook his head, "Let him go."

Ah Ren took a few deep breaths, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Lu Li, he really..."

Mo Yang didn't answer, sighed, and turned into a bedroom.

—

Lin Han looked up through the umbrella, listening to the sound of raindrops dripping, and Lu Li's appearance kept flashing in his mind. Some of him were angry, some were happy, some were indifferent, there were all kinds of appearances, but every picture It will all be attributed to the scene where he was out of his wits that night.

He saw it with his own eyes, Lu Li turned into a plume of black smoke in front of his eyes, and his soul flew away.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he has a glimpse of heaven and a glimpse of hell. He is delighted that he defeated the roar without any injuries, and fears that his soul will be scattered and disappear between the heaven and the earth.

He couldn't describe his mood at that moment. At that time, there was a buzzing sound in his mind, which was as blank as paper, and all the colors in the world were lost.

He left in a trance from Huang Liang's dream, and came back here. He didn't remember how many days had passed. There was only sky and darkness in front of him, the lights were on and off, and all perceptions disappeared without a trace like the tide receding.

He never knew that Lu Li's death would bring him such destructive loneliness, as if the whole world was left with only his gray self, full of violence as if he was about to burst out of his body, if destroying something could bring Lu Li back, he would have nothing to do with it. Do not hesitate.

Lin Han couldn't help but tighten his grip on the handle of the umbrella. Was he really so out of his wits?

From the devastating pain at the beginning, Lin Han began to question whether Lu Li really died just like that, and if he could be brought back to life, then this time, could he also be brought back to life.

Thinking of this, Lin Han's eyes lit up, he turned over eagerly and got off the fence, and rushed to Mo Yang's room, but Ah Ren couldn't stop him.Lin Han opened it with a palm and rushed in, pulling out Mo Yang who had just been lying on the bed.

Lin Han's chest heaved violently, and he asked urgently, "Has Lu Li ever died?"

Mo Yang couldn't prevent him from asking such a question, and subconsciously asked, "Do you remember?"

Lin Han didn't answer his question, but instead said, "Answer my question."

As he spoke, he tightened Mo Yang's collar, and the latter was almost out of breath, struggling to breathe.

Lin Han glared, "Say it!"

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Ah Ren was afraid that Lin Han would do something terrible, so he rushed in and grabbed Lin Han, "Let go first, he is about to suffocate."

Only then did Lin Han realize that he was too excited, grabbed Mo Yang by the collar, and almost suffocated him, so he let go and stood a few steps away.

Mo Yang coughed a few times before his face slowly recovered.

Lin Han was eager to know the answer, and urged: "Say it quickly!"

Mo Yang didn't know Lin Han's intention of knowing this matter, he just knew that if he didn't say anything, Lin Han would kill him not only with his eyes, but also with his whole body.

He was silent for a moment, staring at Lin Han, "Lu Li did die before."

Lin Han pursed his lips, and continued to ask: "Did he die on the night of the Great War thousands of years ago? Why did he die? And why did he come back alive?"

Mo Yang remained silent, and looked straight at Lin Han with complicated eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just when Lin Han thought he would not answer, Mo Yang spoke slowly, "He died from the backlash of the poisonous curse and lived from Tai Sui meat."

Backlash of the curse...

Tai Sui Meat...

A flash of light flashed in Lin Han's mind, and some images flashed by very quickly. Before he could think clearly, there was a sharp pain like a needle prick in the back of his head.

"Um......"

He clutched the back of his head tightly, the dense needle pain made him almost unable to breathe normally, gasping for a few times, Lin Han bent down like a convulsion, but instantly rushed forward to grab Mo Yang's hand, "You say he, Said he ate Tai Sui meat, when? He—"

Before he finished speaking, the back of Lin Han's head snapped like a taut string.

His eyes were empty, the pain seemed to be stripping his soul, some external force was controlling his soul, trying to strip him from this body.

Just about to recite a mantra to resist, suddenly, he froze.

It is his own body, not others, that wants to strip his soul from this human body.

Before he had time to react, Lin Han's eyes were eroded by darkness, and he fell to the ground suddenly.

Mo Yang and Ah Ren were stunned on the spot for a while, and Lin Han fell to the ground without realizing it. The two looked at each other for a while before recovering.

The two ran to help Lin Han up, but found that the body in front of them had lost its soul.

Lin Han's soul disappeared.

—

After being dazed for a long time, Lin Han opened his eyes from the darkness and saw the scene in front of him clearly.

He was lying on a cold stainless steel tabletop, his body was covered with bandages, the tightness made him very uncomfortable, he untied the restraints two or three times, and then he began to look around the environment.

This is a room with no windows on all sides, and the whole room is only the experimental bench where he is lying on his back, and an iron door directly opposite the experimental bench.The iron door and the wall are seamed airtight, without a single gap, and it is impossible to see what is going on outside.

Lin Han got off the test bench and walked towards the iron door. He held the doorknob and twisted it a few times, but found that it was locked and could not be turned open at all.

He listened closely to the movement around him, but there was no sound. Flames shot out of Lin Han's palm and began to burn the iron gate. After a while, the iron gate melted into liquid under the scorching temperature of his palm, and a human-high exit appeared. .

Lin Han swaggered out from the exit.

After leaving this weird house, Lin Han found that there was a deep alley outside. It was not a strange place. He walked through the alley to the street, and he recognized it when he saw it. It was outside the city center hospital.

After walking a few steps on the street, Lin Han suddenly noticed that the pedestrians around him cast strange glances. He frowned in surprise, thinking what these people meant by looking at him.

The next moment, passing by a clothing store, he got the answer on the glass door.

He actually returned to his own body!

A handsome young man was reflected on the dark glass door, with long black hair hanging over his shoulders, and a large number of blackened cinnabar mantras drawn on the back of his hands and neck.

Lin Han couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch those spells, and what he could touch was a scorching temperature, as if it was going to burn his hand.

He clearly remembered that when he was sealed underground, he didn't have these weird spells on him. Could it be that someone added them to him later?

Thinking about it carefully, besides Lu Li, no one else would draw these incantations. Moreover, the writing of these incantations can be seen to be Lu Li's handwriting. Why did he draw these things on him? Did he know early on? Liaohou would come to take his body, so after sealing him, he drew a blocking spell on his body, in order to...

Use this to protect him?