Author: Going to the Winter

“In theory, Gammeniti does not celebrate any festivals within it. But Wangchuan is an exception. The same special day is celebrated every day: ‘Happy birthday’ of you.”

——"Nine-Planning One Book, Chaos Hell, Festivals"

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On the shore of Forgetful River.

The fresh wind and the atmosphere of the River of Zero bring a strange perception illusion, like the sudden appearance of the back of one's head in his sight.

The space is filled with an inconsistent inhomogeneity. All sounds are deformed here.

The sound of the memory fragments and the murmuring of the last words may be the sound of waves fighting each other, and perhaps there is no sound. When you tilt your ears carefully to capture the sound, all sounds will return to silence.

"You can answer my question again." Yizha raised the whip cage two feet above the surface of Wangchuan, and the black wave stretched out his weird-shaped little hand below.

"Hahahahahaha..." The black shadow overflowed with strange laughter. It seemed that if you didn't blame Xiao, you couldn't start talking. "Don't you know? I'm just a soul split. You won't even break me..."

"That's good news that Wangchuan can really crush you." Yi Cha said to himself, shaking quickly, the whip scattered into a long whip, and with a heavy blow, he shot the black shadow into a wave like a huge mouth of a evil beast.

There is only one head left in the shadow.

So it drew a rapidly falling arc like all the thrown heads and fell down.

call out--

The little hands of Wangchuan's waves caught it and tore its face apart.

The shadows were rising and falling, slowly being peeled off.

"Ahh!!! Echaint! This is nothing at all... nothing! No matter where you go, whether you are alive or dead, I will find you again!" He growled, and began to melt gradually.

"You can say it just now." Yicha sighed. "What else do you have to say?"

"Hiss...Don't blame me for not warning you... Every step of your way is about to be covered with thorns... When you want to move forward, you will retreat. Whenever you want to break through, you will return to the starting point... This is not a curse, it is inevitable! You will understand, sooner or later I will let you understand..."

Its voice is blurry. "Everything you do will be futile...useless... ridiculous! I already know your name..."

"Is this important to you? It's not very good. You should also tell me your name," said Yicha.

Waves of two colors pull the shadow apart.

It was about to melt into a pool and smiled like bubbles.

"It's all futile. I Chainte. Hehe. It's all futile. I just like your futile effort... It's really refreshing..."

A ruthless wave hit him.

The black shadow was scattered into threads like threads, and then it seemed that it suddenly lost all its toughness and dissolved without a trace.

Check it to confirm that it will not float again, put away the whip.

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He thought of what it just said from two perspectives.

There is no supplement to objective information, but it is just a few more certain points that he is more certain. For example, there is indeed another mysterious ancient existence behind this soul split. This existence is extremely determined to make him live a bad life.

But from another perspective, this time it expressed a rich attitude, threats, ridicule, and even a little sure of winning.

There is also that strange thing.

I like your futile effort...Yi Cha stared at the wriggling two-color waves.

He knew exactly what each word meant. The dictionary was something that turned into pieces before he was five hundred years old. Even if there were different statements in different planes and different populations, he had basically browsed them all.

However, based on today's experience, he began to think that "like" and "love" are not very similar to the meaning written on the information.

Let's study it later. He got rid of his thoughts of judging words.

Everything went well, and he didn't want to disrupt the process now.

He calmed down and prepared to call Naruf and Diapolo.

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"I felt the breath of love." The captain said meaningfully at some point.

I felt the breath of "It's so deadly". To check it out. When I heard the word "love" again, it was like an alchemy bomb that had just been thrown out bounced into my mouth.

First of all, there is no such "breath of love". Secondly, in their state, they can't smell any breath.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

Naruf slowly raised his hand and pointed to the distance of Wangchuan, which was shining with endless waves.

On the waves, passing through the constantly deformed space, you can see a long row of gray and black things, and you cannot identify specific things.

"What's wrong? What's there?" to ask.

"I can't see clearly." Naruf nodded solemnly, "but I can feel the breath of love."

Maybe it's the effect of the fresh wind. To check it out, there's nothing to make a fuss about.

"Okay. Naruf, it's time for us to leave." He motioned Naruf to go ahead.

The old captain looked at the place in the distance. "What is there?" he asked in a low voice.

"Maybe it's a guard of honor. It's very likely." Yi Cha replied casually. "There are festivals here every day to celebrate everyone's birthdays and so on. Let's go. Don't worry about those. Let's go upstream."

"Man. You may not understand...it's important." Naruf's voice trembled a little, "What's in the guard of honor?"

I couldn't help but look at him.

"Maybe there are some voluntary laborers and supervision." Yichao was not very clear, and the records related to Wangchuan were not very detailed, after all, almost everyone forgot about it.

What else can be there? He thought.

These guards of honor will not hinder them, and they are irrelevant at all. They are not combat units, they have their own rules and driving ranges. And it seems that they are in a rest. It is nothing more than some souls blowing and slapping, giving some arias, and setting off a meaningless atmosphere - anyway, everyone will forget it.

Those boats...

Boat.

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"Boss, what is this guy doing?" Diapolo appeared beside him.

Her flame eyes swayed, and she glanced at the distance, and said, "Oh. His boat is there. It's called 'Suffocation Night'?"

The boat, the suffocation night, the suffocation night is actually complete. And its soul has come here.

The soul of the ship... to find out.

Vehicles are one of the most likely types of objects to produce autonomous souls.

He should have realized it earlier.

Well. Actually, it is hard to think of. Who knows that the ships of the guard of honor are really ships, and they will select and serve from these ship spirits?

"Can you recognize it?" he retracted his thoughts and asked Diapolo.

"He has described it to me many times." The girl blinked and stretched out her little hand to the distance, "It's right there. The one in the middle. The one with a circle on the bow of the boat."

It's not very clear to see it, but you can definitely believe in the vision of the son of Hell.

Naruf's voice beside him was hoarse.

"Did that ship move?" asked Diapolo as he looked at him.

The girl shook her head.

"Naruf." Yi Cha persuaded.

"Good guy. Just a short while." The captain gasped and waved his hand. "Hi! Suffocation Night is my most loyal companion. She can't forget me."

As he said that, he sang a passionate pirate war song loudly again, calling on his love ship.

Will the boat have memories? To find out.

The soul produced by the vehicle is a structurally incomplete soul, and it is difficult to determine whether there is any such thing as memory.

Even if there is, "Suffocation Night" has served here for 90 million years.

This is Wangchuan. Forgotten Forget.
Chapter completed!