Wanderer of the whirling world

The realm of floating life.

In the mysterious classroom.

"You finally found me..."

The young man standing in front of Xin Ziqiu said slowly.

His tone is soft, like a spring breeze.

Xin Ziqiu stared closely at the child who was younger than himself, and saw that his face was like a silver basin, his eyebrows were picturesque, his lips were painted vermilion, extremely handsome, and he looked exactly like the "Xiao Dong" in his memory.

It's just that there is a little more maturity and sophistication that does not match his age.

But it was strange and inexplicable here, and he couldn't believe his eyes completely. Immediately, the momentum was rising, the real qi was circulating, and the large black and white hospital gown swelled automatically without wind.

The comer was not kind, and he was ready to fight to the death.

"I can feel your emotions, but don't be nervous, I am not malicious."

The young man said calmly, without any fluctuation in his tone, and he was not at all angry because of Xin Ziqiu's hostility.

"Are you Xiaodong?"

The boy raised his eyebrows:
"I have forgotten my real name. I only remember that I came to this place one winter. So you can call me Xiaodong. Anyway, the name is just a code name, isn't it?"

Xin Ziqiu nodded and continued to ask:

"What is this place?"

Xiaodong shrugged, didn't answer his words, and said to himself:
"I don't know how many years I have been waiting, you are the first person to find me..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already bypassed Xin Ziqiu, came to the window of the classroom, and pointed out the window with his finger:
"Come and see, these people outside are all losers. Here, that is Uncle Song, that is Uncle Li... They have been deprived of their memories time and time again, living between reality and fantasy. After spending most of it, even if you remember who you are, you are already a useless person."

After hearing his words, Xin Ziqiu also got off the podium and walked to the window, only to see dim yellow street lamps outside, like the fire of beans, floating in the dark night.

Under every street lamp, standing or lying down, there is a figure in a hospital gown.

Some people are directing Fang Qiu, some people are drowsy; some people are muttering to themselves, and some people don't say a word, just keep circling around in place, like a silly dog ​​chasing its own tail bite.

The night was silent, and the faint lights focused on each of them, as if a mime was being staged. Xin Ziqiu felt shuddering when he saw it.

If he hadn't found a way to retrieve his memory, he might be reduced to a walking dead just like these people outside in a short time.

Suddenly, Xin Ziqiu remembered that Xuan Ming had mentioned that although a walker would not really die in the Floating Life Realm, under certain circumstances it might cause damage to his soul, and he must be talking about these people.

Their bodies must have been sent out a long time ago, and what remains here is probably only a part of their identities and fates.

But even so, with the passing of fate and impaired memory, even if he survives in the future, he will probably have some serious mental problems.

So what about the Luo Hu who looks similar to his father in his room?Could it also be part of the fate left by his father? …

Suppressing the curiosity in his heart, he turned his head, stared at Xiaodong and asked:

"You are obviously different from them, so how did you get here?"

Xiaodong walked to a desk, put both hands together, sat on it, kept swinging his feet, and said with a smile at the same time:

"I don't know, my memory is incomplete and I have forgotten a lot of things..."

Xin Ziqiu continued to ask:
"I saw the memories of those children. Before they died, you cast a spell on them. What did you do to them?"

When Xiaodong heard the words, her smile faded away, and a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes:
"That's not me... Well, that's what I did. But I did it for their own good. It's better to give my fate to me than to die and waste it."

"What do you want their fate to be?"

Xiaodong said disapprovingly:
"I need to become stronger. If I don't have strength, how can I deal with Dr. Yun and her accomplices? In fact, no matter if I take away their fate, or they are electrocuted to death on the operating table, the fate of those little guys will not change. .At least if they die at my hands, they won’t suffer any pain, and they can suffer less. Moreover, I keep part of their memories, and I will find some people to accompany them to amuse them from time to time. Isn’t that good?”

As he said that, he stretched out his arms, and the phantoms of children came out of his body one after another. Their eyes were dull, and they sat on their seats again, as if they didn't know what was going on around them.

Seeing Xiaodong's indifferent look, Xin Ziqiu felt a chill in his heart, but he understood that it was useless to reason with such a person, there were too many mysteries to be solved right now, and the boy in front of him was his only one. hope.

He breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed his emotions, changed the subject and continued to ask:

"Who is that Rahu in my room?"

Xiaodong shook his head:

"I don't remember, but we can make a deal."

Xin Ziqiu frowned:

"What deal?"

Xiaodong grinned and said:

"You can also see that my memory is incomplete, and I can't remember many things. But if you can help retrieve the memory, I promise to answer all your questions."

Xin Ziqiu has no social experience and is not very good at dealing with people, so he can't judge whether Xiaodong's words are true or not, but right now he has no choice but to ask:
"How can I help you get your memory back?"

Xiaodong jumped down from the table and said mysteriously:

"It's very simple, I will take you out of here now, go to the realm of floating life, and kill everyone."

"What does murder have to do with regaining memory?"

Xiaodong shook his head:

"I don't remember exactly why, but I know that you are the chosen one, and this is your second test. Only by passing this test can I regain my memory and tell you everything."

"These levels were arranged in advance by someone? Who is it?"

Xiaodong shook his head like a rattle, looking ignorant.

This kind of clueless guessing made Xin Ziqiu feel very headache, he smiled wryly and said:
"Even if I'm willing to help you, I don't have the strength. In the Floating Realm outside, there are all powerful characters who are much stronger than me. If I really meet them, I will have to run for my life."…

He didn't mean to prevaricate, and what he said was the truth.

Outside are the arrogance of the major organizations, the real powerful middle-level walker, compared to the Shimadzu Nataro I have seen before, only stronger than weaker.

Although the cultivation systems are different, the real combat power is at least at the level of the peak of the Alchemy Dao True Immortal or even the Nascent Soul Celestial Immortal.

Compared with others, this little earth fairy like myself is simply not in the same breath.

Xiaodong smiled and said:

"Don't be afraid, I can lend you the power of rules, so that you have the ability to fight them..."

As he spoke, he took his hand and yanked it hard.

Xin Ziqiu felt his world spinning for a while, and everything in his field of vision began to distort...

But in the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The tables and chairs, the blackboard, the podium... all disappeared, replaced by a boundless, thick and viscous white mist.

Xin Ziqiu looked around and found that the fog had cut off his spiritual thoughts. Even with his immortal eyesight, he could only see the distance of about Zhang around him clearly.

During the rustling, it seemed that someone was whispering, sometimes mournful, sometimes crazy, noisy and disturbing.

And beside him, that Xiaodong has long since disappeared.

……

dark world.

Baiyun Temple, Zixiao Palace.

Xuan Minggong sent Yuanshi Tianzun away, and stood in front of the water curtain again, with deep worry on his face.

If she had known that this situation would happen, she would never have brought Xin Ziqiu to the Floating Realm to participate in this bullshit trial.

But just when she was regretting her decision, the gray mist on the water curtain in front of her suddenly rolled, and Xin Ziqiu appeared...

……