There is nothing more desperate than having your memory tampered with, but knowing that your memory is being tampered with but being unable to do anything about it.
Ji Xingwang looked at the people arguing in the hall and suddenly felt his whole body being soaked with chills.
Just the insignificant ripples produced by the sleeping tapir in the dream caused everyone to fall into division and hate each other.
".Teacher?"
Guan Anyan said with a trembling voice, "Our number has increased again."
Ji Xingwang turned around and saw that there were more disciples from Luli Academy than before.
He clearly knew how many people there were, but he couldn't tell which ones - the memory in his mind was extremely clear, clearly telling him that he knew everyone.
Ning Tiangong is a talented person, but he likes to sit in the last row and doze quietly in class;
Jian Nian is a man of few words, firmly believes that hard work can make up for weakness, and studies harder than anyone else;
He seems to be a bit arrogant and arrogant, but in essence he is a child with good moral character.
Ji Xingwang's face turned pale. With so many people, the ten rooms reserved by Luli Academy during the day yesterday obviously couldn't be accommodated. There must be nightmares among them.
Who could it be?
Memories are seamless and every detail is meticulous. Some of them are good and some are not so good.
"How about we reminisce together?"
A doctor said: "With so many people, it is impossible for nightmares to weave perfectly identical memories in each of our minds. There may be inconsistencies.
We can find out who the nightmare is through loopholes and destroy them."
"No! Can't recall!"
Ji Xingwang interrupted quickly: "Stop thinking about it, otherwise there will be more and more nightmares! We will die faster!"
Zhou Chengcai's example is right in front of him. Zhou Hongmao initially noticed the anomaly and tried to kill Zhou Chengcai. However, as the recall progressed, his memory was tampered with more and more, and finally he directly recognized Zhou Chengcai's existence.
"Then what should we do?"
The doctor gritted his teeth and said, "Are you going to wait there to die?"
Everyone’s Qi sea is evaporating and passing away faster and faster.
"Let me think of a solution!"
Ji Xingwang closed his eyes, put his fist against his forehead, and thought desperately about countermeasures.
On the other side of the hall, Song Shaoyuan failed to stand firm and stumbled to the ground.
His spiritual vein talent is not outstanding, and his cultivation progress in the academy is only at an average level. Now that he is at a high level in the Hidden Realm, he feels the negative effects of the evaporation of the sea of qi, which is particularly obvious.
"Shaoyuan!"
You Xiao, who was holding the child in his arms, hurriedly supported him. Song Shaoyuan stumbled and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
"Yuan'er, are you okay?"
His parents looked at him worriedly, and Youxiao's sister Youfu also supported her lover with a worried look on her face.
When I first came to Chang'an that year, I was kidnapped by Jiao Cheng, the bully of Pingkangfang, because I had a private life-long relationship with sister Youxiaoyoufu. Fortunately, with the help of my brother Li Ang, I managed to escape without any danger, and finally I got the beauty back in my arms.
Now You Xiao has given birth to Song Zhilei, and You Fu is also pregnant.
My parents are both here and I have a bright future. Could it be that such a beautiful life is just a phantom bubble?
"I'm fine"
Song Shaoyuan forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, but his heart was shrouded in despair.
His Qi Sea is evaporating, which means that there are nightmares among the people he knows.
Who could it be?
Parents?
He clearly remembered that when he was six years old, he fell into the river out of fun. His father, who usually couldn't swim, desperately jumped into the cold river and picked up his dying self from the water.
When he was nine years old, he fell seriously ill. All the doctors, including Li Ang's father Li Hanquan, said that medicine and stone were difficult to cure. The desperate mother spent three days and nights at home reciting the Bodhisattva Sutra and praying endlessly.
The pride and joy on my parents’ faces when I got the first place in the state school exam,
After being admitted to the Academy, I felt mixed emotions when I saw my parents I hadn’t seen for several years and discovered the white hair growing on their heads.
It's all true.
Daughter?
Impossible. Three months ago, at Jinchengfang Mansion, he held his daughter in his arms for the first time, heard her cry, and felt her body temperature. That kind of heartfelt touch was by no means false.
Wife?
Impossible, in front of the flowers and under the moon, holding two beauties in my arms, promising eachother. Those unforgettable memories seem to be within reach.
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"Ang'er?"
His mother's call brought Li Ang out of his heavy thoughts. He came back to his senses and looked down at the back of his hands.
The sea of qi is evaporating, the vitality is passing away, and wrinkles are already appearing on the back of the hands.
Mosi can't help herself, what the dream tapir absorbs is the essence of life,
Even if Li Ang releases the restrictions on all parts of his body and allows the ink to erode,
His brain will also age and weaken over time until he dies.
Moreover, he has already tried using ink to secretly parasitize his parents, Chai Chai and the others, and scan and detect them.
The result was that no abnormalities could be detected. Even like his own, their bodies were slowly dying.
Before nightmares truly die and melt into wax, they are no different from ordinary people
As time goes by, the hall becomes more and more crowded.
Finally,
Plop.
An old man in brocade clothes with white hair covered his heart and fell to the ground.
His vitality has been drained, and his skin is as dry as tree bark.
His children and grandchildren screamed and surrounded him, but in the next second, the group of people melted and cracked, falling to the ground one after another, turning into wax oil.
"I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!"
A steward of an aviation company, with a ferocious expression, pulled out a dagger and stabbed his companion.
Poof!
The blade cut open the clothes and penetrated straight into the heart.
The companion who was stabbed looked in shock and disbelief. In the process of falling backwards, it melted and collapsed, turning into wax oil.
"Ha, ha"
The steward stood there gasping for breath, his pupils trembling violently, unaware that all the eyes around him were focused on him.
Someone in the crowd said in horror, "He killed someone!"
"I didn't kill anyone!"
The steward of the aviation company suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and said fiercely: "I killed only nightmares, not human beings at all! I just want to live, what's wrong with this?!"
His voice was like a bell, striking everyone's heart.
A young woman, with tears streaming down her face, lifted up her child and smashed it to the ground while the latter cried and begged for mercy.
Snap.
The child melted into wax and spread out on the ground.
The young mother also fell to her knees and burst into tears. Her mind was filled with memories of herself and her children.
The man who had pushed his wife away suddenly became violent, snatched the sword from the waist of a Luli Academy disciple, drew his sword and stabbed his childhood sweetheart, his wife who had grown up together.
The beautiful woman lowered her head in confusion and sadness, looking at her belly that had been pierced by a long sword.
The expression on the man's face suddenly froze.
What gushes out of the woman's wound is not wax, but blood.
"How is it possible?! It's fake, it must be fake!"
He let go of the hilt of the sword like a collapse and took half a step back. His feet stumbled and he almost fell down - his palms, hair and even face were slowly melting.
His wife is not a nightmare, he is.
End of this chapter
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