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Chapter 1,203 The Lost Singer (Part 1)

Zhanyin, like Hatsune Miku, is a character with the word "yin" in his name.

The moment they heard this name, several people's hearts were slightly shaken.

However, as the person involved, the Master of Feng Palace frowned and said, "Who are you talking about? I don't know Zhan Yin, and I don't remember anyone claiming to be that way. If you want to kill someone, you have to tell them as you please!"

"Ah this..."

Le Zhengjie looked stunned, obviously not expecting the Lord of the Wind Palace's reaction to be so bland.

Then, it turned into relief, and his expression even showed some pity.

"Sure enough, when you became the Lord of the Wind Palace, did you lose your past records? You were obviously a proud man of the same era as me. At that time, you were known as the two geniuses along with Zhang Yang, but now you have degenerated into a

The villains of the cult are really fateful!"

Le Zhengjie sighed a few words, then groped for a while, took out a blood-colored mirror, and said calmly:

"This is a pumice mirror that can reflect half of a person's life, but it can only be used with the consent of the person being used."

"It is also a magic weapon found from the body of the master of your evil cult. I must have used this mirror frequently to destroy my conscience!"

Le Zhengjie shook his head.

"Don't confuse me with the matter of their group. Although I am the master of the evil cult, I have restrained the people under my banner in the past and never let my subordinates kill innocent people indiscriminately!" The master of Feng Palace raised his eyebrows and said in a sonorous voice.

Speaking of which, this person is also an outlier among the cult hall masters.

Although he is a member of a cult and holds a high position, Palace Master Feng is not very active in the matter of hunting potential candidates. Even for this mission, other palace masters brought many followers to help. Palace Master Feng

But he came alone, and did not drag his followers with him to die.

Judging from her usual behavior and Wei Cheng's investigation of the Lord of the Feng Palace, except for the time when she besieged and killed Le Zhengling, this woman was not an evil-doing person at ordinary times and did not look like a cult palace leader at all.

"Cut the nonsense!"

Le Zhengjie did not go any further on this topic. Instead, he used a red mirror to reflect the thin face of the Wind Palace Master and said in a low voice: "I will connect my memory with you to see if I can piece together your past. Don't resist!"

"If you don't resist, there is still a way to survive. If you resist, I will kill you on the spot!"

The latter sentence was said by Wei Cheng.

Even if the identity of the Lord of the Wind Palace is suspected to be that of a potential person from the past, and he still has some secrets, he will not hesitate to kill him.

Anyone who belongs to a cult is an enemy.

What's more, the Lord of the Wind Palace has already participated in two operations to suppress the singer. If it weren't for Le Zhengjie's face, Wei Cheng would have killed her immediately upon meeting her.

"……good."

The Lord of the Wind Palace, who only has one eyeball, also knows that resistance is useless and will only cost him his life.

As a result, the mirror emitted a bloody light, gradually unfolding into a slide, and began to project the previous half of the life of the Lord of the Wind Palace.



Thirty years ago.

In the mirror, the figure of a white-haired girl was reflected.

That was the Master of the Wind Palace in his youth.

She hasn't lost her right eye yet.

"It's quite beautiful..."

Looking at the girl with a beautiful face, and then looking back at the tied Master Feng Palace, Wei Cheng grunted involuntarily.

Suddenly, there was severe pain in his waist, making him grin.

Turning around, I saw that Le Zhengling was the source of the severe pain.

"No matter how beautiful I am, I'm not as good-looking as you!" Wei Cheng said in a cold sweat.

Only then did Le Zhengling let go of her hand with satisfaction.

"This is... my memory?"

The Lord of the Wind Palace murmured almost in confusion.

The white-haired girl in the mirror looked almost the same as her, giving her an extremely friendly feeling.

This is natural, because the white-haired girl is herself.

However, the Lord of the Wind Palace covered his head hard and tried to recall the events of his youth, but found that the records that should have existed in his mind turned blank, as if this memory had never existed.

"It seems that there was someone powerful or above who used great means to erase her memory, and that's how the cult Feng Palace Master was born." Noticing the appearance of Feng Palace Master, Le Zhengjie commented lightly.

One sentence.

"But it doesn't matter. Even if the memory is sealed, the past will not disappear. We can still use the pumice mirror to trace the past of the Lord of the Wind Palace."

The picture gradually outlines.

The original girl has disappeared, and a set of gorgeous clothes has appeared on her body. The style is a bit old, but it is full of technology in that era.

"Zhanyin Lorra is a potential person who emerged in my era."

Le Zhengjie began to talk about the past: "At that time, it was not long after the explosion of music energy, the era of singers had just begun, and I had just become a grandmaster. I can be regarded as the idol of my era."

After becoming a Grandmaster, it took more than thirty years for you to enter the realm of a Great Grandmaster. I have to say, the head of the family, you are quite useless...

Wei Cheng silently complained in his heart, but considering that Le Zhengling was still standing beside him, he did not say it out loud.

Gradually, the girl's image in the mirror began to change.

Her face changed from childish to lively, she picked up the silver microphone, and with the encouragement of her manager, she stood on the stage and sang.

Because her singing echoed endless fighting spirit and always brought people hope of continuing to fight, people called her Lorra.

The name Zhanyin also comes from this.

"What happened next?"

Luo Tianyi stared at the mirror and asked subconsciously.

Because the mirror suddenly became pitch black, and the source came from the Wind Palace Master who covered his head.

At this moment, the Lord of the Wind Palace seemed to have been stimulated by something. He held his head in great pain and rolled on the ground. His originally blind right eye flickered, as if there was another pupil of a different color awakening.

With no choice but to ask Le Zhengjie.

"Later, because Zhan Yin's agent disappeared, her company could no longer operate. Without funds, there was no spare capacity to hold events. Naturally, it lost popularity and declined over time."

Le Zhengjie said: "At that time, becoming a singer was just an attempt. Except for Hatsune Miku, who had a successful debut, no group could successfully cultivate potential singers with a lot of popularity."

"Zhan Yin's case was very close to success. Seeing that she had reached the final step, her agent disappeared without warning, which made many people feel sorry for her."

"And those people include me."

"During this period, I almost forgot about her, but I didn't expect that time has changed, and now she has become the master of the Wind Palace of the cult."

Le Zhengjie couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, the mirror suddenly returned to normal, reflecting the figure of the white-haired girl again.

But at this time, what was reflected was not the past that Le Zhengjie recognized.

In the picture, there is a girl with heterochromatic eyes.

The agent who was supposed to be missing, driven by some ancient power, pulled the girl into a dark cellar somewhere, allowing her to inherit a certain energy inheritance with the breath of breeze.

"I remember everything..."

A weak voice came from behind.

At this moment, the Lord of the Wind Palace no longer rolled around on the ground, and the bandage covering his right eye slowly slipped away, revealing eyes that were the same as the person in the mirror, but with different colors.

"My memory is indeed damaged, or in other words, blocked. For more than ten years, I have never recalled the name Zhan Yin. Let me tell you what happened after that!"


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