Hearing this, Bai Ziyang fell completely silent, and the silence along the way was like performing a pantomime.

In the end, Lan Linfeng couldn't bear to pat him on the shoulder and said lightly: "Don't be discouraged. Sometimes the truth is waiting for you around the next corner after you give up."

"Eighteen years have passed, and it has come to an end no matter how many corners have been turned." Bai Ziyang said dejectedly: "Maybe I forced it. I was the one who killed my sister. Maybe the plot in my memory was made up by me to evade responsibility.

It's just a memory." After all, there is no second witness to those things.

"Ziyang, don't think so wildly." Grandpa scolded, "You should have had enough over the years."

"Am I just thinking wildly? My memories at that time were intermittent. Maybe those missing fragments were the key to my killing my sister." Bai Ziyang seemed to have gotten into a corner by himself, and no matter how hard you pulled, he would only shrink deeper and deeper.

"Tch, I don't even remember, why are you so broken?" I felt a little heartbroken when I saw it. The ones I remember clearly are not that decadent. What kind of trouble did he make?

"Ning!" Grandpa couldn't help but pat me on the head and said seriously, "Don't rub salt into people's wounds. He has lived a very hard life these years."

"..." Bitter? What does it mean to complain? Although I feel a little depressed in my heart, I also know that Bai Ziyang is in a very bad state now. This kind of emotion on the edge of collapse is very sensitive. Maybe it only needs a little bit.

Touching it can be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but wink at Lan Linfeng, and the two people surrounded Bai Ziyang on the left and right in the middle.

"Brother Ziyang," I thought about my words, carefully observed Bai Ziyang's expression, and said, "Well, don't get into trouble first. You see, before you didn't know we existed in this world, you could do it."

If you firmly believe in that memory, there is no reason to completely deny that memory after confirming our existence, right?"

While we were talking, Lan Linfeng had already unknowingly explored Bai Ziyang's body: "Your memory has indeed been tampered with, but it has not been maliciously tampered with." Lan Linfeng let go and kept on.

The hand on Bai Ziyang's shoulder said calmly: "But there is indeed something missing."

Bai Ziyang's eyes immediately lit up. He knew that this person was no ordinary person, so he believed in his words: "Can you get him back?"

Lan Linfeng shook his head in embarrassment: "This is difficult. By the way, is this the top of the mountain you entered at that time?" Lan Linfeng always felt that there was something strange about this mountain.

Bai Ziyang thought about it carefully and shook his head: "I can't remember clearly, but I saw eight hills on the top of the mountain." Then his expression changed instantly: "There is one more..."

"What's the extra one?" I watched his face change in surprise.

"That extra hilltop, we are going to that extra hilltop, that non-existent hilltop." Bai Ziyang said nervously: "No wonder, no wonder something happened, we were careless."

After Lan Linfeng heard those words, he stood up from the ground, paused for a moment at high altitude, and then fell down with a heavy expression on his face: "Eight." His calm tone wiped away the last trace of blood on Bai Ziyang's face.

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"Let's go, get out of here quickly." Bai Ziyang was no longer calm.

"No, don't you want to find out about your sister?" Lan Linfeng frowned, knowing that it would be impossible to leave now.

When Bai Ziyang heard this, he became quiet. He turned his head and glanced at his grandfather and Master Jingyun, his voice full of despair: "At the very least, I have to send grandpa and the others out."

"It's late." I smiled faintly, watching grandpa and Jingyun chatting happily, and smiled bitterly in my heart: "Jingyun may have known about it early on, but as for grandpa... I don't think... he doesn't

I wish my last moments in life were more colorful."

Because my voice was very soft in the last sentence, Bai Ziyang tilted his ears and asked: "What is life?"

"Nothing?" I laughed and said, "Things are not as bad as you think. Now that they have come, just make peace with them."
Chapter completed!