Continuous gunshots suddenly came, and Ma Xianhong's hand stopped in mid-air.

"Ma Xianhong, what are you waiting for?" The man in the jumpsuit looked anxiously at the direction where the gunfire came from, "There is not much time! Everyone who comes back here is a master, and you have seen it before, we can't

Stayed here too long."

"Yes, their methods are extraordinary..." Ma Xianhong lowered his head and murmured to himself, "But what does this have to do with me now..."

"...The purpose of casting the Self-cultivation Furnace is to retrieve my memory and my family. I am willing to pay any price for this, even if I die, because...I will feel at ease only when I find my family!"

"I... am also willing to help other people. When I see those people getting better, I will be very happy, have a sense of accomplishment, and feel at ease..."

"For me, living and having peace of mind are the most important things."

"But... why... I feel even more uneasy after recalling some things?"

The man in the onesie hurriedly advised: "Isn't the reason you built the Slimming Furnace just to get your memory back?"

"The distance is very close now. As long as you go back with us, you can achieve the goal you have worked hard for so long! What are you hesitating about now?"

"Did those people say something to you? I think you are not a fool, and you will not be deceived by others without trusting the people closest to you!"

"That person said that no matter what doubts you have now or what strange thoughts you have in your mind, she will not blame you. As long as you go back and see her, she can answer all your doubts!"

"Doubts... I have a lot of doubts in my heart!" Ma Xianhong raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring at the man in a jumpsuit in front of him, "The more I recall and the more I think about the problem... the more confused and difficult I become.

Ann, can you tell me why?"

"I can't answer your question." The man in the jumpsuit quietly gestured to the man in the cap sitting cross-legged not far away, "But before I came, the man told us that if you have similar doubts, then

Let us tell you, no matter what happens to you, please believe her!"

"After all, nothing is certain in this world except life and death."

"To judge and recognize these uncertain things is the source of your uneasiness!"

"If you feel confused or empty, don't judge or think. Leave everything to her, which is the way to feel at ease!"

"Sister...it is indeed my sister's tone, but can I feel at ease if I leave everything to her? Maybe...but the problem now is that I don't want to leave everything to her!" Ma Xianhong's right fist struck hard.

In my own head, "Because I suspect that everything around me is fake..."

"But, those things and those emotions are clearly in my mind, why do I have the false consciousness?"

"If these are all false, then I...what else is real? I seem to have fallen from the solid ground into a bottomless black hole...frightened, worried, and at a loss..."<

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"I thought about it for a long time. They all thought I was repairing the Slimming stove. In fact... I was thinking about this issue all day and night... and I didn't come to any conclusion, but I seemed to understand what I should do..."
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The right hand shrouded in black armor suddenly grabbed the man in the jumpsuit's head.

Being on guard against Ma Xianhong, he immediately stepped back and shouted angrily: "Ma Xianhong, what do you want to do?! Don't you even trust that person?"

"Trust...why should I trust?" Ma Xianhong's expression gradually collapsed, "Lv Zhen is right, I can't make a wedding dress for my enemy! So I can't trust anyone, neither you nor Zhang Chulan... I

I won’t believe it anymore!”

"Get away from your emotions and memories!" He pointed to his head, "From now on... I will only believe in my own judgment based on facts! No one will be able to deceive me again!"

"Ma Xianhong, you are really crazy!" The man in a jumpsuit said coldly, "Since you have said so many good things and you are still stubborn, don't blame us!"

The iron-gray rope in his hand flickered, and like an illusion, the rope, which was not long, grew several times out of thin air, wrapping around Ma Xianhong like a poisonous snake.

"Use my magic weapon against me? Ridiculous!"

The black arm took the initiative to grab the rope. Ma Xianhong was like a more ferocious snake, climbing up the rope and about to devour the owner of the rope.

"Wudou armor... the Immortal Binding Rope really can't block his aura..."

At this time, the fairy-tying rope not only did not tie up Ma Xianhong, but became his own hanging rope. The man in the jumpsuit struggled for a moment, but still did not make up his mind to abandon the fairy-tying rope in his hand.

The Immortal Binding Rope can block a person's aura and directly block the movement of Qi. For ordinary aliens, it is a great weapon. But when it comes to someone like Ma Xianhong, for whom the Immortal Binding Rope is useless, then this rope is useless.

.

At this moment of hesitation, Ma Xianhong has arrived.

With no room to dodge, the man in the jumpsuit had no choice but to make a move with Ma Xianhong.

As soon as he touched the glowing red palm, the man in the jumpsuit suddenly felt a huge force coming from his palm, as if he was hit from the front by a small truck, and he backed away several meters before he stabilized.

Body shape.

"Haven't you found his flaw yet? If you don't take action, we won't be able to complete the task, and we will die here together."

The face of the man in the jumpsuit was so pale that there was no blood at all. Although he did not turn around, these words were obviously said to the man in the peaked hat behind him who had been sitting cross-legged and staring at Ma Xianhong.

The man in the peaked cap remained silent.

"Have your memories been modified? By catching you, will we be closer to the truth?"

Once he eliminated all emotions and the interference of chaotic memories from the past, Ma Xianhong suddenly found that his thoughts became extremely smooth and the road ahead became extremely open.

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His body moved, and his powerful right foot left a clear footprint on the hard ground. Ma Xianhong ran towards the man in the jumpsuit, his bloodshot eyes no longer crazy.

"Get you first..."

The black right hand carried huge power, whistling and grabbing, like the vicious claws of a tiger, which quickly enlarged in the eyes of the man in the jumpsuit.

The fairy-tying rope shook out and was accurately wrapped around Ma Xianhong's body. The man in the jumpsuit moved to the side, caught Ma Xianhong's forward momentum, and threw Ma Xianhong away like a top

With a "bang", Ma Xianhong was thrown into the dense bushes and disappeared. However, the rope that bound the fairy was straightened. No matter how hard the man in the jumpsuit tried, he could not pull back the rope.

Amidst the rapid friction with the leaves, Ma Xianhong swept back at a faster speed, and the other end of the fairy rope was already firmly grasped by Ma Xianhong.

Under the huge sense of crisis, the man in the jumpsuit no longer cares about the fairy rope, but even if he throws away the fairy rope, he can't rely on that figure with black hands and flashing red!

Ma Xianhong's shadow gradually occupied the eyes of the man in the jumpsuit, and the terrifying hand grabbed it again, and the jumpsuit's heart kept lifting...

"Namo...Emperor Moro..."

Suddenly, a verse of scripture recited in a strange tone came, and Ma Xianhong's forward steps suddenly stopped.

Qi and blood surged, and my heart felt depressed all my life.

The memories that he had suppressed surged up in his mind like a tide, and messy fragments flashed through his mind one by one. Unspeakable emotions filled his heart, making Ma Xianhong almost manic.

"...What are you reading?!"

With more bloodshot eyes fixed on the man wearing a peaked cap sitting cross-legged, Ma Xianhong took a step forward and then accelerated.

A pale golden light shone on the forehead covered by the brim of the hat. The man in the peaked hat had neither surprise nor joy in his eyes. His mouth opened and closed, and the weird scriptures continued to spit out from his mouth.

As the sound of chanting filled his ears, Ma Xianhong's eyes involuntarily became confused while he was running, and his pace became slower and slower.

The surrounding scenery blurred into a vast expanse of white.

The opponent disappeared, Biyou Village disappeared, everything around disappeared from sight, and even my own restless emotions calmed down instantly.

A figure walked out from the white background, his appearance becoming clearer and clearer.

He is a short old man with a beardless face, round eyes, bald around the top of his head, and only a bunch of hair on the top.

Standing not far away, the old man looked at Ma Xianhong with a smile and said gently: "Xianhong, have you finished your homework? Come and eat as soon as you finish it. If you don't eat, you will be cold."

Looking at that familiar face and listening to that familiar voice, the emotions that Ma Xianhong had accumulated for many years suddenly collapsed, and he burst into tears instantly: "Grandpa..."

"Haha, you're such a big man, why are you crying?" The old man chuckled, "Sit down and eat quickly."

A dining table appeared in front of him, and Ma Xianhong was already sitting in his seat.

Opposite is the old man, and to his right are two middle-aged couples.

From time to time, the noisy sounds of children reached my ears.

The development of things seemed a bit weird, but Ma Xianhong, who was full of tears, did not feel anything was wrong. Instead, he only felt peace and satisfaction.

The old man opposite saw Ma Xianhong staring blankly at the middle-aged couple next to him, and said angrily: "What are you looking at? You don't even know your parents anymore?"

Ma Xianhong murmured: "Parents..."

"Oh, you look like this. I wonder if your uncle likes you." The middle-aged woman in the couple said worriedly.

"Master?"

"Yes." The old man opposite said happily, "It turns out that your grandfather has not passed away yet. He will come back soon. When the time comes, let your grandfather personally wear your magical skills and we will be reunited as a family..."
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A sharp pain hit me without any warning, and everything in front of me disappeared instantly, just as suddenly as when it came.

"Grandpa!"

Ma Xianhong, whose eyes were full of tears, stretched out his hand, but couldn't grab anything. There was nothing in front of him except the night and cruel reality.

He returned to Biyou Village.

The fullness in her heart was instantly emptied, leaving her with only endless emptiness and pain.

"Haha, Ma Xianhong's mental flaw is quite big. Otherwise, if there are three or five more like us, there's nothing we can do about him."
To be continued...