A surging river.

The boat floated and drifted forward along the water flow.

On board.

The boy stood in front of the corpse on the ground, silently for breath, and looked at the rattle in his hand.

I saw that some blood was stained with the rattle.

Lin Changfeng's sword just now was a move of all his strength, and he had no control at all, leaving the ship covered with blood.

"I was saved, but I never wanted to kill someone first..."

The boy sighed and gently turned the rattle.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!

Accompanied by the sound of drums, phantoms flew out from the corpse one after another.

Eight killers.

They looked around in a daze, as if they hadn't figured out the situation yet.

But the boy didn't give them time to react and shouted softly: "Go!"

In an instant, a golden waterfall flew out from the rattle, rolling in the air, completely erasing the eight souls.

The golden waterfall flew back and kept spinning around the rattle.

The boy raised the rattle with one hand and squeezed a strange seal with the other, and gently patted it on the boat.

Clouds and mists are growing.

The boat rose from the river and disappeared into the void like a shadow.

——Flowing in the air, but invisible.

Nothing can be found again.

After all this, the boy sat cross-legged on the boat board and rested.

A shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

——Lin Changfeng.

The boy closed his eyes and spoke, "Just just now, the laws of heaven and earth in the prehistoric world have changed, and it seems that someone has changed it, so I think you should not be reincarnated for the time being."

The void behind him retreated to both sides, revealing an endless golden light.

"I will save your soul for the time being. After I confirm that there is no problem, I will send you back to reincarnation. How about it?" the boy asked.

Lin Changfeng nodded and turned around and flew into the golden light.

...

In the deep passage.

The orange cat opened his eyes and looked at the rattle, with a complex look on his face.

memory--

Sure enough, I found some memories.

But this memory is too short.

Where did you come from? Why did you become an innate saint as soon as you appeared?

What about father and mother?

“—Follow the route I gave you, and you will remember everything.”

The voice of the saint in the wind and rain echoed in his ears.

The orange cat no longer hesitated and pulled the rattle back to the vertical wall.

It sounds long, but it only took a moment to accept that memory just now.

Recover all memories earlier!

It took off its claws and ran upwards with all its might on the wall, gradually turning into a shadow of orange.

After ten breaths.

The orange cat crawled out of the passage.

I saw coffins floating in the air all around me.

Dead silent.

The orange cat stared at the coffins, jumped gently, and fell silently on one of the coffins.

——According to the arrangement of the saint of Fengyu, a fake corpse is sealed in the coffin, which makes it easier for the orange cat to settle down and will not attract any attention.

The orange cat couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Lin Changfeng is likely to be the reincarnation of Zhang Yinghao.

but--

He is not like Chihu, who has been waiting in the cycle of reincarnation. Why is he not reincarnated until the era when he appears again?

Have you been keeping his soul in check?

How is this possible!

The orange cat thought while distinguishing the direction.

Soon, it saw the mark.

——At the top of a black black stone pillar, there is a statue of a unicorn.

The orange cat jumped gently and landed on the Qilin's head.

It thought about it, stretched its tail down, and pressed it hard in Qilin's mouth.

It seems to have touched some mechanism.

The space rippled, and the orange cat disappeared directly from the spot.

It appears in a small secret room.

I saw that there was nothing else in this secret room, only a guqin.

The orange cat looked at the guqin, and for some reason, two figures appeared in his heart.

It couldn't help but step forward a few steps and gently pressed its paws on the piano.

In an instant, countless lights and shadows appeared in memory like a lantern.

On the banks of the river.

The child collected the boat and set off on the road alone.

He walked through the mountains, swamps, and fields, and finally approached a stream.

There are many waist-deep puddles in the stream, with some swimming fish and crabs and shrimps hidden inside.

The child touched a fish, started a fire, recalling Lin Changfeng's barbecue method and grilled the fish.

A full meal.

One day later.

The child stood on a cliff and looked into the distance.

Crops can already be seen on the hillside in the distance.

——It’s almost a place with people.

The child smiles.

There was no sign of fatigue on his face, but his small body looked a little thicker and he grew a lot taller.

If you look closely, you will find that light or dark light spots fly in the surrounding void from time to time and sink into his body.

——The origin of the entire prehistoric world is constantly nourishing him.

The child jumped off the cliff, landed floating on a path of sheep, and walked forward along the road.

At dawn, he saw a village.

A smile appeared on the corner of the child's mouth, and slowly disappeared completely.

Too quiet.

This place has been separated from the Buzhou Mountain area. Will there be a village slaughter?

The child's feet speeded up.

In a moment.

He walked into the village.

The village was silent and there was no trace of blood.
To be continued...