"What's this?"

Meng Chao's consciousness swam over curiously.

It was discovered that at the bottom of the memory database of the Saint of Ancient Dreams, there was actually a huge and shining "balloon jellyfish".

Compared with the lackluster memory cells around it.

This memory is both clear and profound. It can be said to be vivid and unforgettable.

Moreover, a large number of things similar to tentacles grew from the surface of the "Balloon Jellyfish", which were connected to the depths of the brain of the Ancient Dream Saint, and continuously sent a large amount of information to the soul of the Ancient Dream Saint.

"How can it be?

"What is stored here should be the fragmented and vague memories of the Saint of Ancient Dreams before she was four or five years old.

"No one in their teens or twenties can still remember everything that happened before they were four or five years old."

Meng Chao gathered his subconscious and observed carefully.

It was discovered that the surface of this memory cell was actually covered with a faint red glow.

It's like a burning flame fueled by blood.

Above the flames, a large number of mysterious and complex ripples, like runes, rippled.

"This... is not the original memory of the Ancient Dream Saint!

"It's a false memory carefully fabricated by someone implanted deep into the brain of the Ancient Dream Saint!"

Meng Chao's subconscious suddenly shrank.

He felt that he had found the key.

Without hesitation, Meng Chao immediately released a "thinking touch" as thin as a hair from his subconscious.

Let the tentacles of thought gently penetrate this fictitious memory.

This is a world without color.

However, 256 levels of black and white accurately outline a lifelike nightmare.

When Meng Chao entered the nightmare, the first thing he heard was the constant noise of hungry crows.

What came into view were swarms of crows, with black wings fluttering, swaggering over the village, eager to gnaw at the corpses of the rat people.

The village shrouded in crows has turned into a dead zone.

There are corpses everywhere that were infected with the plague and died in miserable conditions.

There are also various snakes, insects, rats, ants, and fungi that are moistened by spiritual energy and whose cell activity is a hundred times more powerful than those on the earth. They invade the corpse, causing the limbs of the corpse to twitch constantly and the belly to bulge high, as if it still remains after death.

Dancing wildly.

Those who are still alive are also tortured by the disease and are beyond recognition.

With pustules all over his body and waving his deformed and twisted limbs, he dug a big pit at the entrance of the village like a zombie and threw the bodies of his relatives into it one by one.

Although they knew very well that with their meager strength, it was impossible to dig the grave much deeper and bury it with so much thick soil.

After they also died, it wouldn't take long for the crows and hyenas to drag out everyone's corpses and eat them up.

But they were still digging and burying numbly, dully, and in vain.

Because, apart from that, there is nothing they can do in the face of a cruel fate.

In the entire village, there was only one little girl with a sallow complexion who was not infected with the plague.

However, she also felt deeply confused and frightened when faced with her unrecognizable home, the villagers who looked like walking corpses, and the corpses of her relatives covered in insects and fungi.

It was as if an invisible plague had invaded her brain and infected her soul, which had just been born and had not yet seen the world clearly.

The little girl could only hug tightly the puppy doll woven from the finest branches of the mandala tree and close her eyes hard.

I naively thought that as long as I closed my eyes long enough, when I opened them again, all the disasters would be over, the dead villagers and relatives would be resurrected, and everyone's lives would be restored to their original state.

Unfortunately, when she opened her eyes again and again, in addition to more and more villagers living like zombies, digging next to the grave pit and then falling into it, turning into real corpses, the living people around her became more and more

Apart from that, nothing has changed.

Finally, all the villagers except the little girl died due to the plague.

Apart from the sobs she let out through the puppy doll, and the swollen abdomen of the corpse, which exploded "pop, pop, pop, pop" due to the excessive expansion of corpse gas, there was no other sound.

The little girl finally couldn't bear it anymore.

From sobbing faintly to bursting into tears.

She rushed to the grave pit filled with the corpses of her relatives and villagers, took the tools used by the villagers before they died, and started digging with all her strength.

She also doesn't know what the meaning of this work is.

It's just that the edge of the tomb is a little closer to her relatives and friends.

However, those nasty crows are the best at bullying.

When the adults were still alive, the crows would only dare to hover in the air, but would not dare to land, for fear that the adults would blow their brains out with slings.

After discovering that the little girl was the only one left in the village below, the crows let out almost sarcastic screams, flapped their wings, and landed on the pile of corpses. In front of the little girl's face, they pecked at the bones on the corpse.

flesh.

"Go away! Go away!"

The little girl tried to drive away the crows by waving a bone shovel made of branches and bone fragments.

The reckless move angered the black birds.

Dozens of crows flew towards her, pecking at her delicate skin viciously.

In addition, the bone shovel's craftsmanship was rough and the center of gravity was too far forward, causing the little girl to lose her balance when swinging it hard, and she actually lost her footing and fell into a grave pit filled with hundreds of corpses.

Mountains of corpses.

Crows dancing wildly in the sky.

There were also wounds all over the body that had been pounced upon by crows, causing the flesh to be torn open and the pain to be excruciating.

All of them add unforgettable details to this memory.

"Yi Zi told me that a super plague once broke out in the hometown of the Saint of Ancient Dreams. Everyone including her parents died. She was the only one who survived and embarked on a difficult and dangerous road of destiny.

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Meng Chao thought to himself, "It seems that this memory is from that time and is not completely fictitious.

"It's just that, even if a four- or five-year-old child has really experienced the tragedy of a family being destroyed, it is impossible for him to remember it so clearly. Even the hungry and sinister temperament of the crow hovering above his head is vividly portrayed.

"This is not a memory at all.

"It's a carefully crafted imagination mixed with real memories!"

Just then, the little girl who fell into the grave pit in her dream screamed.

Above her head, all the crows gathered together and turned into a ferocious black dragon with overwhelming wings, tusks intertwined like swords and halberds.

The black dragon opened its bloody mouth and lunged at the little girl, as if it wanted to swallow up all the corpses of her and all her relatives.

Just at the critical moment.

There was a flash of red light behind the little girl, and a bunch of scarlet flames shot out.

The scarlet flame is like a long sword made of condensed blood.

It directly penetrated the black dragon's bloody mouth.

It penetrated deep into the black dragon's body along the throat.

It also stirred up hundreds of thousands of sword lights that were unstoppable.

The black dragon was torn into pieces and re-split into hundreds of panicked crows.

These crows were flapping their wings desperately, trying to run away like headless flies.

But before they could fly into the sky, the blood sword had turned into scarlet flames again, catching up with them and swallowing them up, turning all the crows into balls of bright fireballs.

The fireballs scattered like flowers by the goddess illuminated the black and white world, smearing strong colors on the bleak sky and earth.

The little girl who survived the disaster looked back inch by inch.

When he saw the mountains of corpses piled up behind him, they became colorful and gorgeous.

Perhaps because of the plague, a thick layer of fungi grew on the surface of all the corpses, and all the fungi were endowed with colorful colors.

Or perhaps, these corpses themselves are the relatives, friends and neighbors that the little girl is most familiar with, and they are the only people she can trust and rely on in this world.

In short, the colorful mountain of corpses did not bring any fear to the little girl.

Instead, it gave her a strong sense of security and dependence.

It's like a living, real mountain.

"Do not be afraid, my child."

Sounds came from within the vibrant corpse mountain.
To be continued...