Lin Mengya looked into Aunt Fang's eyes and said firmly in a low voice, "Even if he has forgotten all about his past, he still remembers you."
"Over the years, my original intention has not changed. It can be said that if it were not for the bond between you, I am afraid that I would not have time to forcibly terminate his consciousness and self-destruct."
Aunt Fang's body was trembling slightly, and her eyes were completely red. ??
"Let me think about it, I, I don't know how to face him."
Hate and love are the strongest human emotions.
Aunt Fang loves Uncle Huo, but at the same time, he also bears her hatred.
Especially when the subjects of love and hate merged into one, Aunt Fang must have been very confused, so she thought of leaving.
"Okay, think about it slowly and don't be in a hurry."
She couldn't bear to urge, let alone force Aunt Fang to do it.
Probably, she just felt a little regretful.
"How sure are you?"
Aunt Fang lowered her head, making it difficult to see the expression on her face.
Lin Mengya didn't hide it from her, "At most, it's only 50%."
In fact, it is about 70%, but as long as the probability is not 100%, there is still a possibility of failure.
She can't give too much hope, lest it will make people more disappointed.
"50%"
Aunt Fang gritted her teeth and finally looked up at her.
"What will happen to him if it doesn't work?"
"I said that either his self-awareness has gotten rid of the suggestion of self-destruction, or he has succeeded in self-destruction. From now on, he will no longer exist in the world. The living ones are just zombies."
The more Aunt Fang listened, the more solemn her expression became, and there was a pleading in her eyes that she didn't realize she had.
"Can't you reshape your personality? If not, then can you--"
"cannot."
Lin Mengya felt that she was a little cruel.
But in this matter, she felt that she could not lie to others.
"The reason why I can reshape Zhao Ziyan's personality is because his consciousness is still there, but he was led by me and deliberately forgot those things in the past."
"But Uncle Huo's situation is different."
"Once a person's consciousness is destroyed, it is difficult to recover, not to mention that Uncle Huo's situation is too complicated. In short, there is no better way except to awaken his own consciousness."
Every word she said was deeply engraved in Fang Rao's heart.
"How could it be? I just found him and he still owes me an apology. How could he disappear again?"
I can't tell whether there is more love or more intense hatred.
Fang Rao only knew that she could never let him disappear from her eyes again.
"Okay, tell me, what can I do to help him?"
Lin Mengya took out her handkerchief and gently wiped away Aunt Fang's tears.
"It's very simple. Use your deepest memories to stimulate him. Tell him clearly that you want him to wake up." "If he is really Uncle Huo, I believe his consciousness will definitely wake up."
This method does not seem difficult, but it is actually the most difficult.
Only those who know him best can do it.
What's more, it may not succeed.
Fang Rao took the handkerchief from her and wiped it on his face randomly, his eyes full of determination.
"Okay, I'll do as you say. Whatever Huo Shujiang owes me and my children, I want him to pay me back!"
When Lin Mengya heard this, she didn't know whether she should light the wax in advance for Uncle Huo, who knew nothing about it.
It's not easy to repay this debt. If you don't handle it well, I'm afraid you'll have to deal with it for the rest of your life.
But as long as people are alive, there is hope, right?
Lin Mengya gave Aunt Fang some emergency training in advance.
Since the purpose is to awaken consciousness, it is best to be specific, and it is best to say something that Huo Shujiang can't wait to jump up and refute.
After Lin Mengya finished explaining, the corners of Aunt Fang's mouth curled up slightly and her eyes flickered, probably thinking of some good idea.
"I would like to emphasize one more point. Although the stimulation should be as intense as possible, one thing is not to let him get too obsessed with his identity."
Huo Shujiang's consciousness hinted at self-destruction in order to prevent him from discovering his true identity.
This move can be described as extremely vicious.
What if it is discovered that there is doubt about his identity?
As long as the consciousness destroys itself, it can never be betrayed.
It can be said that those behind the scenes purely treat people as tools.
If you can use something, make the best use of it; if you can't use it, destroy it completely.
Therefore, Aunt Fang can use memories to stimulate her, but she cannot let him get too entangled in his two identities.
I have to say, it is indeed very difficult.
"I understand the importance, just don't worry." Aunt Fang said softly.
Lin Mengya nodded, closed the door and left.
Inside, Aunt Fang had already spoken, and she vaguely heard some final sounds.
It seems that Huo Shujiang's life will not be too easy.
Long Tianyu used to sit in the yard and wait for her.
Seeing him coming, a gentle smile immediately appeared on his face, and his eyes were full of tenderness.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the house?"
She walked over and touched Long Tianyu's hand as a habit, and then tucked the blanket around his knees.
Long Tianyu took advantage of the situation and grabbed her hand, putting it in his palm to warm it.
"are you hungry?"
Lin Mengya shook her head, broke away from his hand, turned behind her and pushed her back into the house.
"The road outside is open," she said.
Long Tianyu immediately understood her worries.
"Are you afraid that people from the Zhao family or the Presbyterian Church will come over early?"
"Zhao Laosi said that he just told them that he had found a prescription to cure Dongxue's biting child, and he had not yet had time to reveal the rest.
Lu. I’m not afraid of this. At worst, I’ll just leave it to them. I’m just afraid.”
Long Tianyu understood.
Speaking of which, although they have temporarily ensured safety by being trapped here, they have also sacrificed the sensitivity of some messages.
The ancient tribe had its own way of spreading messages. In the past, the identity of one's own wife would at best arouse the covetousness of interested people.
But now, it has escalated into murderous intent. .??.
This forced him to be more defensive.
"How about we stick to the old method of disguising ourselves and changing our identities?" he suggested.
Unexpectedly, Lin Mengya thought about it carefully and shook her head.
"This trick works fine at first, but now that they already know it, they will definitely be on guard. Besides, I'm too lazy to hide and seek with them anymore."
Long Tianyu also expressed no objection.
But he heard the impatience in the lady's tone.
Hold those flexible and slender hands slightly.
"Maybe this is a good idea. After all, not every ancient tribesman doesn't understand the outside world."
Lin Mengya knew that he understood her and smiled.
That's right.
With her and Yu's power and wealth, someone will definitely be tempted.
Since someone wanted to get rid of them quietly, then she had to make the fuss known to everyone. Then we would see who messed up the situation first.
At this time, dozens of miles away from Zhao Yixuan's private property, there was a group of people walking very hard.
"How far is it to get there? This damn weather is going to freeze me to death!"
On top of the horse, a strong man whose whole body was tightly wrapped in a fur cloak except for his big bald head, cursed angrily.
He has been jolting on the horse for several days. If he continues like this, he may not be able to walk even if he lands on the ground.
However, the companion next to him turned him around and scolded him in a lowered voice, "Keep your voice down. If the person inside hears it, you will be the next one to be punished."
"Bah, what the hell!"
The bald man secretly spat. Although he was dissatisfied, he did not dare to be too presumptuous.
"Okay, just be patient. The elder said that if this errand is completed, you and I will be one step closer to becoming an official elder."
"If it weren't for this, who would come out in the middle of winter to do such a weird mission!"
The bald man continued to curse, but his voice was controlled within the range that only the two of them could hear.
Behind the two men were nineteen well-dressed guards.
They all wore black masks, moved quickly, were well-trained, and cooperated very well.
However, whether it was the bald man, the companion who kindly reminded him, or other people sent by the Presbyterian Church, they all consciously stayed away from them.
The nineteen guards were firmly guarding the large carriage in the center.
Even in the cold winter, the carriage was vaguely steaming.
The five good horses in front are all superb horses, and they are far better than the mounts of the bald man and his companions. The carriages are decorated with carved beams and painted beams, and the silver paper used to seal the windows is fine and airtight. Most importantly, it does not block the light at all.
This is something that even wealthy families rarely have access to.
After all, this silvery paper is only produced in small quantities in one place, and is almost as good as silk and satin.
Not long after, the carriage stopped.
The hollow car door was opened, and a pretty woman in gorgeous clothes jumped out.
After the woman got out of the car, a masked guard came over, carried her on his shoulders, and took her to the highest position around.
The woman squinted her eyes and carefully inspected everything from east to west, north to south, and then returned to the carriage.
Only through the women's room can we have a limited glimpse of the scene inside the carriage.
There is a door inside, and the woman can only sit in the outside space.
It was unknown who was sitting inside, but from outside the carriage, the girl's respectful reply could be faintly heard.
"It's about fifty miles away. We can arrive there tomorrow at the latest."
"Yes, I understand."
The bald man and his companion looked at each other, but felt relieved.
Fortunately, the days that caused them so much suffering are finally coming to an end.
Originally they thought they were about to set off, but then they saw the maid opened the door again and waved to the nearest guard to come over.
The maid whispered a few words to the guard, but the bald man felt a little uneasy.
Because that little girl just glanced in his direction.
Thinking of what happened to his other companions on the road, he subconsciously tensed up his muscles.
He is not one of those soft-footed shrimps.
Besides, he is not a subordinate of the people in the carriage. If they attack him, he will fight them if they are pressed!
After the maid finished speaking, she shrank back, and the guard strode towards the strong man.
The strong man's partner was a little anxious and immediately dismounted, trying to calm down the atmosphere.
"This little brother, it's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! This brother of mine always speaks louder than his head. For the sake of our journey together, don't embarrass him."
"Brother Du, why bother begging him!"
The bald man got off his horse and looked at the guy who was a head shorter than him with a very arrogant and contemptuous attitude.
Pouring his lips, the bald man actually grabbed the other person's collar, lifted him up, and warned him coldly, "Don't fucking mess with your grandpa! I've long disliked you, and I don't want to die."
Just your grandfather and I, just go back!"
The strong man has a bad temper and a vicious face.
If it were placed on an ordinary person, he would be scared to tears at this moment.
But the guard always looked at the strong man coldly.
Just when the bald man was impatiently trying to throw the man away and teach him a lesson, the masked guard suddenly moved.
With a "puff" sound, warm blood splashed out, covering Du Hongqing's face next to him.
"Ma Jiang!"
Du Hongqing shouted loudly.
Right in front of his eyes, Ma Jiang's body suddenly fell down.
