This is a good thing for the little black men, but it may not be a good thing for Yu Ziqing who wants to deal with the evil demon.

Because this will represent uncertainty.

"You just stay here and I will take care of it."

Yu Ziqing dropped a word and turned to leave.

With the support of various sources of information, Yu Ziqing looked at the black egg again, with a glint in his eyes, and he already had some ideas in his mind.

The fallen demon has not yet revived, and is still in a state of non-existence.

And here is the new person he tampered with is still being nurtured.

So, the best way is to strangle him in his infancy. Why wait until he is born and have another fist-to-bone fight?

If it could be solved so simply by fighting, Yu Ziqing would give up right now.

Unfortunately, it cannot be solved this way.

Yu Ziqing looked at Heidan, was silent for a moment, and took out a storage bag.

This pendant is the evil boy from before who only had one breath left.

The guy who uses ideals as the foundation to tamper with his will.

Yu Ziqing gently threw the storage bag out, and the rust on the rusty sword in his arms instantly shattered into powder.

Yu Ziqing raised his hand and saw that the rusty sword had fallen into his palm, and his momentum increased rapidly.

This time, he did not add preconditions or expend energy on deductions. Instead, he used all his energy to strengthen his strength and solve the problem with the original method.

His aura climbed rapidly, reaching the peak of the ninth level, and then after a short pause, he surpassed this limit.

The dagger in his hand also quickly completed the transformation, from a sheathed dagger to an open black razor.

Yu Ziqing looked at the razor. It was just what he remembered as a razor. The style was very typical and ordinary.

He held the razor in his hand, and the storage bag in front of him suddenly collapsed, and the evil boy's body emerged.

Yu Ziqing walked up to the young man and slashed him with his knife.

Suddenly, in front of Yu Ziqing's eyes, the evil ways that have been passed down from generation to generation appeared, all the way back to the evil way that originated from the original ideal.

The light of the sword flashed all the way, and everything, the memory that had tampered with the mind, was like a big river, being driven upstream by the light of the sword, constantly being cut down.

Until he reached the original starting point, Yu Ziqing seemed to see the original evil way standing in front of him, which was the incarnation of the original ideal.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. This so-called ideal, even if it has some truth, should not be imposed on others and tamper with one's will. It will never be realized according to your method."

The light of the sword swept past, and this river, which had been passed down for too long and had harmed many people, collapsed.

After everything collapsed, Yu Ziqing held the razor in his hand.

The evil boy also woke up. The black hair on his head had fallen and dissipated, turning into a big bald head with a shiny head.

Without the huge memory suppression and tampering, the evil boy has returned to the original ordinary boy who just wanted to survive.

A smile appeared on his face, and his eyes became clear again. He wanted to thank Yu Ziqing, but as soon as he moved his head, dense cracks appeared on his body.

Among the cracks, a halo emerged, and his body seemed to have turned into an empty shell, slowly breaking into countless fragments, turning into powder and scattering in the wind.

Yu Ziqing held the razor in his hand and nodded.

"I'll lend you my sword to free you completely, so you don't need to thank me."

Yu Ziqing turned around and looked at the tablets.

"Come one by one. If you don't belong to you, you can try it now and I will help you get rid of it."

After saying that, Yu Ziqing sent a message by the way, asking Wang Zixuan and Chuan Chuan to come.

The fourth tablet in the queue flew in first, and Yu Ziqing's eyes flickered with a faint light, directly peeking into the layers of memory armor like cabbage.

He was like an experienced barber, holding the razor and using a careful and smooth cutting technique, he cut across the most deadly places one by one.

Together with these bastards, he compared the memory armor of the past and shaved off the memories related to the fallen demon one by one.

The shaved memories, after losing their attachment, are like rootless duckweeds, slowly dissipating.

When Wang Zixuan arrived, Yu Ziqing had already reached number six in the queue.

In his eyes, Yu Ziqing's aura was extremely weird, as if he had left the present world, holding a weird knife in his hand, constantly cutting the memory armor of those bastards.

Wang Zixuan waited quietly and watched Yu Ziqing's movements.

As those bastards lined up to get the razor one by one, Yu Ziqing's figure became more and more erratic, as if he was about to drift away at any moment, completely leaving this world and entering another level.

After the tablets, wheels, and stick figures were completed, they all came and underwent razor polishing.

Wang Zixuan came up last. At this time, he could only see a human-shaped black shadow. The only thing that was clear was the dark razor.

He couldn't even feel Yu Ziqing's presence anymore, he could just see it.

The razor pierced directly into his head, but it did not hurt him at all. He just felt that some memories of the fallen demon disappeared.

After a few breaths, he could only remember that something disappeared, but he had no idea what it was.

When Yu Ziqing took back the razor, Wang Zixuan didn't remember anything, except that Yu Ziqing helped him solve something that might be bad.

Wait until all the bastards from the filthy sea of ​​turmoil have received a razor.

In the whole world, the only person who still remembers the memories related to the Great Demon of Sinking in the memory armor of all the bastards is Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing was like a black shadow, his breath could no longer be felt at all, and he seemed to be separated from the real world.

He reached this state step by step and came to the black egg.

He raised the razor and slashed it gently, and the black egg that was originally out of reach was cut open.

Yu Ziqing, who turned into a black shadow, stepped into it, and the opening immediately recovered.

This is what other people see.

Yu Ziqing used the memories he still remembered as an anchor and opened a gap with a razor.

No matter what the fallen devil wants to do or how he wants to be conceived, Yu Ziqing has to have a hand in it.

Letting him be stillborn is naturally the most ideal result.

In the endless darkness, a glimmer of light lit up, and the black and white picture slowly emerged.

The whole world seemed to have lost its color.

Yu Ziqing walked in this colorless world, and soon he discovered a colorful place.

He saw a girl dressed in red and wearing a red headband.

The next moment, the colors spread with this girl as the center, and the whole world seemed to become vivid in an instant.

Insects chirped, birds chirped, passers-by shouted, and people laughed, he felt as if he was standing in a city.

Yu Ziqing stood on the street and looked around. The accent should be Daqian, more specifically, probably Qandong.

No one around him seemed to be able to see Yu Ziqing, who just followed the girl.
Chapter completed!