boom!

It was like a balloon being pierced. As Atir's arm was pressed down hard, a solid barrier was instantly broken through, and a huge amount of mental power broke into a certain vein, extracting all the contents contained in it in an instant.

Fragments of memory continue to rise, and are constantly transmitted along the connection of mental power, and are instantly perceived by Atir.

From these memories, Atir also peeked at the scenes of the deceased's past experience.

This is a scene that a man named Malton experienced in his life.

From birth to growth, to marriage and having children, memories are constantly retracing and all pouring into Atir's mind.

"It's really possible."

Feeling the memories that emerged in his mind, Atir was stunned and was a little surprised.

For the operation of extracting memory, he just gave it a try and did not really expect to get this person's memory.

After all, the entire city in front of me is a huge forbidden area. If the person in front of me is exploring it, he may have died decades ago. What he reproduces now is mostly just an illusion, and may not be able to extract real memories.

But now, the memories that came to mind were real, which surprised Adier and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Although it was just a small matter, it can be seen from this small matter that the real level of the illusion in front of him is probably much higher than he imagined.

Not only are the grass and trees in it, but even the people in it are extremely real, and they all have their own memories.

"wrong!"

Slowly finishing the person's memory, the next moment, Adier suddenly woke up, and felt something was wrong from this memory: "This is not a real memory."

The middle-aged man in front of him can indeed be read, but the memories he read are somewhat inconsistent with what Adier knows.

In the memory I read, the middle-aged man's name is indeed Malton, but his life experience has completely changed. He looks like he is a native who lived three thousand years ago, not the Marton Phellas who disappeared decades ago.

"After more than three thousand years, a coincidence happened to happen, which led to the possibility of encountering it was too low. Then the only possibility is that this person's memory was also tampered with. Just like Lyon before, the original memory was cursed and sealed, and then given new memories were forbidden."

Frowning and looking at the middle-aged man who was half dead on the ground, Atir thought of this possibility, then became ruthless and exerted force on his hands again.

Bang!

A larger spiritual force rushed in an instant, rushing towards the middle-aged man's mind, but in the end it seemed like he bumped into a steel plate, isolated by an inexplicable force.

It was dark, with a huge power of resentment and malice, which was somewhat different from the curse power that Adier felt before, but it was far more powerful in quality than the curse he had encountered before.

This power tangles deep in the soul of the middle-aged man in front of him, completely wrapping his core, leaving only a layer of shell, revealing some wrong messages.

"This unique architectural method is worth learning."

Feeling the power composition in the middle-aged man's body, Atir's eyes lit up, and then he held the palm of his hand with force.

Bang!

The space was rippling like a calm water surface. In front of me, there seemed to be a mirror shattering. The fragments in it emitted a little black aura, all suppressed and dispersed by another silver spiritual power, leaving only the pure soul core and the most real memory.

As before, memory fragments emerged from my mind, but this time, the memories that emerged were relatively real and belonged to the real Marton Phelas, rather than the false memory created by the curse.

Reading this memory, Atir quietly closed his eyes, suppressing the backlash of the curse, while putting his mind into this memory, trying to find out the story that happened that year.

As the mind gradually became devoted, in Atir's spiritual sense, the surrounding scenes began to gradually change, first from light to dark, then from dark to light, and finally became a familiar landscape.

As the mental sensing became clearer again, the afterimage of a ruined building came into my mind.

In front of you is a vast ruin of architectural ruins, with buildings standing around, most of which are made of stone, with heavy traces of history on it, and a unique mark was deeply engraved on the wreckage of the building.

Then, with the sound of footsteps, a middle-aged man wearing a red robe and carrying a simple backpack ran quickly in it, his face frightened, as if he was being chased by something.

"No! No!"

While running, he shouted incoherently, sweating all over.

Through the resonance of memory, At this moment, Atir was able to feel the mood of this middle-aged man, nervousness and fear, and eager to leave this place, but he could not get out of this corner.

He tried to leave the city gate where he entered, but after running around, he could not find the old stone gate he walked past when he entered. He could only run around in vain and never get out of here.

This situation lasted for a while before it finally ended.

A black mist gradually rose. In the thin mist, you can see a person's shadow standing in the mist, and slowly walked towards him.

When we arrived at this scene, the memories that had originally flowed in our minds stopped flowing and began to freeze at this moment.

Atir opened his eyes and looked down at him.

At his feet, the entanglement of the curse power was broken, and the middle-aged man had woken up at this time.

He opened his eyes silently, staring at Atir with bloodshot eyes, feeling the scenes that had happened before, and tears surged in his eyes.

"I..." He looked at Atir, and then silently stretched out his hand to the blue sky in the sky, trying hard to touch the sky.

In Atir's eyes, this rough arm quickly became thin, as if decades had passed in an instant, and the originally strong and powerful arm gradually withered, becoming thin and rotten.

In just a few seconds, the middle-aged man in front of him quickly turned into a mummy, and the clothes on his body seemed to have gone through a long time, becoming tiny.

A warm current surged from the depths of his soul. In Adier's sense, at this moment, the real energy on his body instantly increased by hundreds of points, and it was still growing slowly.

"That's OK?"

Looking at the mummy in front of him and feeling the growing power of the body, Adier was a little surprised and surprised: "It seems that this time I will not have any gains in this forbidden area."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the streets in the distance and walked forward without hesitation.
Chapter completed!