His eyes swept over the gravel on the wasteland, and Zheng Fang sighed in his heart, what a strong emotion it must be, and it will still be unforgettable after countless life and death tortures and long years of torment.

There are actually a lot of gravels on the wasteland, but as Chiliu said, humanoid gravel is rare, Zheng Fang's spiritual power spread, and soon locked a piece of gravel, not Principal Huang, that thick figure is quite similar to Xu Daxiang, Zheng Fang walked closer, looked back at Chiliu who followed, and didn't know how to read the memory of this gravel.

"Press your hand on the gravel, and your spiritual power can be probed, you can't form an image here, you can only use your spiritual power to see. Chiliu stepped forward, four or five eyes rolling wildly, all looking at the gravel that Zheng Fang had chosen.

According to what Chiliu said, Zheng Fang raised his hand and pressed it on the gravel, and his spiritual force probed over, and suddenly a fierce roar came into his ears.

"Let go of me! I can still move, the brothers are still desperate in front, I can't leave them behind!" After the fierce roar, Zheng Fang suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and a young woman with short shoulder-length hair appeared in front of him.

"What is it called? I have never heard of all orders and commands? I am not afraid of fighting, but I am still afraid of injections?" Although the woman's face was immature, her tone was very stern, and people couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

"I ...... I don't ......" The voice suddenly shakes, as if the owner of the memory is still struggling, but I don't know what happened, the memory appears here incoherently, and the picture is intermittent.

"Turn around and untie your pants! I'm not embarrassed about a big girl with yellow flowers, what's so embarrassing about you being a man?" The appearance of the short-haired woman appeared again, her face was red, as if she had been slapped, Zheng Fang saw her holding a syringe, lowered her head, and pricked it with a needle, Zheng Fang actually felt a pain in her buttocks.

Then the picture changed again, but it was the woman who looked into the distance and said something, and it is estimated that the owner of the memory did not hear it clearly, Zheng Fang only heard a voice outside the picture and asked, "What? What did you say?"

The woman turned her head, a smile on her lips, a determined gaze, and a expression as bright as spring.

"I said I do, I do!"

Immediately after that, the picture turned into a simple and lively scene, the woman was wearing a gray military uniform, with a big red flower on her chest, her face was red and smiling, and the noise and coaxing around her were earth-shattering.

"Kiss one, kiss one!" the woman's blushing face grew closer, closer and closer, as the crowd shouted loudly.

Then the picture changed again, the woman's face was disgusted, and she handed over a wah-wow screaming doll in both hands.

"Look, this is your father, look at how old your son is......"

The picture is changing faster and faster, showing some trivial things centered on the woman, some for the children, some for the parents, some for the firewood, rice, oil and salt, in the picture, the woman is gradually aging, her face is no longer moisturized, slowly crawling full of wrinkles, her hair changes from jet black to white to all white, the woman's temper is getting older and stronger, and in the end, the memory is the picture of the woman counting down and scolding the memory owner.

Looking at these extremely trivial memory fragments, Zheng Fangda was surprised, and he didn't understand why this undead remembered these things so firmly. He already knew that this was not Xu Daxiang, but he still couldn't help but want to read the memory of this undead.

The rapidly changing picture suddenly slowed down, it was a pair of rough hands washing a pair of slender feet covered with green tendons, the owner of the feet should be lying on the bed, a basin of water resting under the bed, and a pair of hands carefully arranging a towel, carefully wiping the feet that seemed to be unconscious.

"Wash up, walk slowly, don't rush, I'll be ...... in a moment," an old man's voice muttered to himself outside the frame.

The picture flashes back again, the woman's young face reappears, and the man's roar of "let go of my ......" resounds, and the memory begins a new cycle.

Stunned, he put down his hand touching the gravel, Zheng Fang didn't know where he was for a moment, he suddenly understood why the undead remembered these so deeply, this is his life, all the meaning of his life is condensed by these pictures, how can he forget? How can he forget? Except for time, I am afraid that there is really nothing that can erase these memories.

"This, is it your mentor and friend?" Viscount Chiliu looked at the side for a long time, saw Zheng Fang put down his hand, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, he looked nervous, for fear that Zheng Fang would suddenly change his face and start to "make trouble". Most of the power of coming to the underworld to "make trouble" is in this link.

Unexpectedly, Chiliu's thoughts, Zheng Fang shook his head slowly, he was a little apprehensive for a while, he didn't know whether he should continue to look for those lost teachers and friends, these memories were too private, whether he forgot them or not, he shouldn't peep.

"Do you want to look for it again?" Seeing Zheng Fang shaking his head, Viscount Chiliu breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but secretly slander, since you don't know each other, what are you busy with for a long time there? I have never seen such a boring guy.

Zheng Fang's spiritual power washed over the gravel like a tide, he searched and hesitated, and finally, Zheng Fang shook his head at the red willow beside him.

"No?" Chi Liu's face changed suddenly, this gravel was the place where he thought it was most likely to find Zheng Fang's mentor, and it was also a relatively peaceful place. If it goes on, the possibility of "dead trouble" will multiply geometrically.

"You'd better look again, there's a lot of gravel here. Looking at the jailer's pleading gaze, Akayanagi stiffened his head and suggested to Zheng Fang.

"No, I'm sure they're not here. Zheng Fang shook his head firmly, not realizing that the jailer was about to cry.

The jailer's feet cracked again, and Zheng Fang pondered all the way and walked into the next "boiling sea".

"This boiling sea is the size of the sea of no return above, and it is boiled and filled up once a day, mainly to wash away the mud accumulated on the bodies of the undead who have passed through the gravel field and still cannot forget the memories, and if the memory has been loosened, it will be washed away along with the mud, and if the memory is still strong, it will continue to suffer from steaming here. Akayanagi introduced to Zheng Fang.

Standing on the beach, where is the sea in front of him, it is clearly an incomparably large crucible, the entire space is filled with water vapor, the only thing worthy of Zheng Fang's satisfaction is that he is completely unaffected by this water vapor, and he can't feel half of the heat.

The water vapor gradually dissipated, the boiling sea was completely boiled, and the sky immediately began to rain heavily, and at this staggered moment, Zheng Fang noticed that the statueque humanoid gravel on the dry seabed, because of the constant steaming and rain, the gravel was covered with mottled cracks of different shades, and after a while, the rain flooded up and covered the gravel.

"Is there any?" Akayanagi on the side asked with hope.

Shaking his head, Zheng Fang didn't pay attention to whether there were any of his mentors and friends in the stone statues on the dry seabed, he didn't want to look at it anymore, he could only silently hope that his mentors and friends could quickly forget everything that had been, no matter how precious the memory was, it was not worth paying such a big price.

"Also...... Not yet......? This is what is known as the place where the sea is dry and rotten in the outside world. Chiliu was dumbfounded, how persistent this Zheng Fang's mentor and friend should be, he can't forget the sea and rocks, and if he goes down, he may really be "dead".

"Also...... Do you still need to continue looking for it?" Chiliu looked at Zheng Fang uncertainly, Zheng Fang glanced at Chiliu, and a burst of curiosity suddenly surged in his heart, intending to see what memories he had, did he make people suffer so much, and still couldn't give up?

"Look again?" Zheng Fang asked uncertainly, although his heart was also shaken, and he didn't plan to look for his former mentors and friends, but after all, his curiosity was still undiminished.

"Uh...... Well, here's Wind Knife Ridge. Akayanagi sighed and motioned for the jailer to lead him down again.

Wind Knife Ridge is not a ridge, it is actually a flat and boundless wasteland, much flatter than the howling wasteland composed of a whole boulder that Zheng Fang has seen in the spirit world, there are a few scattered undead floating on it, the wind keeps sweeping across the wasteland, and those few undead are exposed to the wind unobstructed, only to see that the small black mass blows by the wind, it seems to dissipate, but after the wind, it gathers into a mass again.

"Leaving the wind has the effect of scraping bones, this is to forcibly remove the memory of the undead, although it is painful, but it is also a helpless thing. Chiliu looked at Zheng Fang's face and muttered. This is to forcibly dismantle one soul and three souls, so that the undead continue to feel the pain of soul separation, and the memory of the undead is eliminated in the soul separation, and the cruelty of the means is so fierce that Akayanagi dare not elaborate.

Walking in the wind, although Zheng Fang couldn't feel the power of the wind, he looked at the undead who had been torn apart repeatedly, and the soul that had already been solidified as a solid stone couldn't help but tremble, what was this not Ling Chi? Zheng Fang trembled and approached a mass of floating undead, he was already tormented just by watching it, he was very curious about what kind of power could make it withstand such pain, and still insisted on not forgetting.

"Mom...... Mommy......" A round-headed and round-headed child called out to his mother and staggered across the grass.

"Mom...... Mother ......" A bright-eyed teenager shouted as he ran backwards into the distance, the sun shining brightly on the boy's forehead and shoulders, and the boy's smile was bright.

"Mom...... Mother ......" The boy was lying on the hospital bed, his face was yellow, and a thin, trembling hand was stretched out, as if to wipe the tears from his mother's face.

"What's wrong with a mother missing her child, you have to treat her like this!" Zheng Fang burst out, and he roared at Chiliu, and the ghost jailer jumped out in fright.