"Daddy! it's your turn!" Anna's call brought Asmun back to his senses, and for a moment there seemed to be a faint whisper of something in his ears, which he quickly pushed out of his mind and refocused on the game of chess with his daughter.

"So I...... Go here!aha!what are you going to do next!" Asmond pushed the knight two steps forward, and Anna's face immediately filled with sorrow, and she lowered her head to ponder what to do next.

There was a sound of the door opening, Asmun turned around, and sure enough, he saw his most cherished person walking in, Asmon was still wondering why Papamuel went home so early today, usually she would not be home until late when she went to town, but then he saw the person behind Papamu, just at first glance, Asmon was inexplicably frightened.

It was a middle-aged man, with heavy dark circles and vicissitudes of wrinkles on his face, wrapped behind the collar of a long trench coat that was raised high, his fiery red hair was sparsely attached to his forehead, and his brown eyes didn't look very bright, if Asmun hadn't seen this person from afar in the town, surrounded by a group of rich people and begging, he wouldn't have known that this person was the strange man with many legends in the town, and he could solve everything he handled, no matter how weird or clueless......

So, he came here for the murder in the village, and Papawei really couldn't let go of Gao Sen's death, and it was really thanks to her that she could move this strange person.

The middle-aged man's gaze paused on Asmon and Anna, and Papavi immediately introduced: "This is Asmon, my husband, this is Anna, our daughter." ”

"Hello uncle!" Anna shouted sweetly and waved at the man, who couldn't help but laugh and waved at little Anna.

"Ma'am, I'll talk to this gentleman about the subject, what we're going to say next may not be suitable for children. ”

"Well, Anna, come here, I bought some new snacks from the bakery today, come, let's go to the kitchen together, and give you a taste." Papavi said as she led a curious Anna into the kitchen, leaving Asmun in the same room as the strange man.

Asmond froze, and the moment the man first entered the room, he didn't know why he had that reaction, as if he was being targeted by something.

"So......" The man's gaze circled around the room before falling back to Asmon.

"You're here for the Gausen business, is there anything you want to know? I hope I can help too, though I'm not very close to the man, and I don't know as much about him as Papave. Asmun forced a smile on his face and nodded at the man.

"Asmon, you can call me Yanlai. The man also pulled out a smile, as if mocking the stiffness on Asmon's face, which made Asmon feel like he was looking in the mirror, and his smile faded away.

Asmon looked away, not wanting to look at the man again, "So, Yanlai, if there is anything you need me to do, just ask." ”

"Oh, of course I need you......" Yan Lai leaned closer to Asmon, leaned over to look at the rest of the game that the two of them had played, his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear him, and then said nonchalantly, "Isn't all this your masterpiece?"

Asmun felt a bang in his head, with countless whispering buzzes, some of them shouted that they would immediately deal with the man in front of them and kill him forever, another part shouted that there was no way to escape, and that turning himself in immediately would make Papavi not so sad, and some of them shouted that Yan Lai was just lying, and he didn't know anything at all, but there was a very weak voice calling at him, saying that it was all false.

"Oh, kill me, surrender, why don't you want to think about how to escape?Mr. Asmon?" Yan Lai sat down opposite Asmon and pushed the horse that originally belonged to Anna on the chessboard to the side, "It's a pity that you can't do any of this, so let's finish this game, otherwise it's a pity." ”

"You...... Who is it? Why do you say I'm a murderer......" Asmon shook his hand and stepped back a little to the side, avoiding the rampaging horse of Yanlai, his mind still racing about the situation at hand.

"Oh, didn't I introduce myself?am I Yan Lai, or do you like to call me by my nickname like everyone else?" Yan Lai looked at Asmon's actions, raised an eyebrow, and easily pushed his chariot a few steps forward, covering within the range of the horse.

Asmond did not speak, staring at the board in silence, and after a while, he reached out and moved the queen a step, trying to move away from the range of the chariot.

Yan Lai pushed his soldier forward and ate one of Asmon's horses: "You're afraid, young man. ”

Asmon's chariot took a step forward and killed Yanlai's horse: "If it were you, it would have been the same." ”

"Yes, even if your thinking is chaotic, you can quickly force yourself to calm down, and even have the leisure to think and set traps for your opponent......" Yan Lai looked at his horse lying outside the chess game, and then moved his chess pieces forward, with a satisfied smile on his face, "I'm very optimistic about you, but, General." ”

"May I ask what your Excellency is doing?" Asmon's eyes were cold, and he wanted to take out the sword he had buried in the backyard and chop the man in front of him to pieces.

Yan Lai chuckled a few times before standing up and bowing to Asmon, much to Asmon's bewilderment.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Asmon asked.

Yan Lai shook his head: "It has nothing to do with what I want, Mr. Asmon, it's your problem, you, how do you have to leave this land that has been eroded by you." ”

"What are you talking about!?" a sense of panic suddenly grabbed Asmon's heart for no apparent reason.

"You are really cruel, coward Asmon, who has seized so many things that do not belong to you, and even did not hesitate to modify your own memories, and lived in the skin of others, it makes me sick. Yan Lai said, using his fingertips to slash a red light in the air, and a blood-stained iron sword fell out of it and landed between the two of them.

"Do you recognize this? Asmon?"

"This is my ...... My master—"

"Oh, your master!?" The smile on Yan Lai's face could be said to be extremely distorted, "That's Gao Sen's master!It's Gao Sen's sword!It's that poor thing you tortured to death!!"

Asmun was stunned, this time he really didn't understand what Yan Lai was saying.

What does Takamori's sword mean?

The red light in Yan Lai's hand flashed again, and this time the flowing flame light condensed more densely: "Asmon is a disciple of hell, I hold the order of the judgment of fire, you, return to hell!"

As soon as the words fell, a dazzling red light flashed out from Yan Lai's fingertips, heading straight for Asmon, Asmon picked up the sword on the ground with his backhand, and the fatal threat in an instant made him subconsciously pick up the tip of the sword and stab at the red light.

With a breath, the purple flame erupted from the sword with Asmon's anger, and disappeared along with the red light.

But loosening along with this power is Asmon's own long-sealed memory.

The torn bed, the cradle that knocked over the ground, the blood stains that covered the house, the beautiful woman who held the child in her arms in terror, and the man who stood in front of her, trembling and carrying a sword.

"Oh, except for the power...... You seem to have retrieved something else. ”

A sword stood in place, and the purple flames around him were bright and dark, as if they could be extinguished at any time, and as if they could devour his whole person at any time.

"I ......"

The fragments of memories in front of him became faster and clearer, and on the night of the moonlight, Asmun held Gao Sen's sword in his hand, and after reining in the killing intent and purple flame on his body, he leaned down and removed the tears and blood from the trembling Papavey's face, and then looked at the baby's sleeping face, and asked her in a gentle tone if it was okay for their daughter to be named Anna.

"Hahahahaha! Do you remember? This couldn't be more interesting!" Yan Lai made no secret of his excitement, staring at Asmon, who was becoming more and more broken, as if he was watching some good show.

But just then, a voice rang out again, and it was incomparably clear to the ears of the collapsed Asmon.

"None of this is true!

Ah, I know none of this is true, it's ridiculous, what am I after?Asmond looked at the sword in his hand, and the purple flame on the sword seemed to verify the crazy self in his memory.

"No! It's not even true!"

A strange sense of disobedience suddenly fell on Asmon's mind, and his eyes stabilized from the brink of collapse, and the voice seemed distant and familiar.

"One Sword ——"

Lin Ziyue felt like a ghost, a transparent bystander, no matter what she did, she couldn't seem to touch those illusions, she could only watch the every move of a sword and a long dream, or should I call him Asmon.

But when Yan Lai stood in front of Asmon, Lin Ziyue felt as if she was becoming more and more solid, and she desperately called Asmon's name, trying to awaken his senses.

Yan Lai saw Asmon's gradually cold gaze, as if he noticed something, he raised his hand and suddenly slapped Asmon's forehead, and at that moment, an invisible pressure enveloped Asmon's body, trapping him suddenly, just Yan Lai's look, Asmon actually lost the ability to move freely.

Lin Ziyue gritted her teeth and stood in front of Asmon, although she knew that she was doing useless work, but she did it subconsciously, if Asmon died in the hands of Yan Lai, then this nightmare would start from scratch again and fall into reincarnation......

Asmun hung his head, and his voice fell in Lin Ziyue's ears: "Thank you." ”

The sword came out, and the purple flame of the sword tip, with the crazy momentum of the jade burning, penetrated Lin Ziyue's chest from back to front, and met Yan Lai's palm directly, in that Asmon's indifferent eyes, it seemed to cross some kind of fluctuation, as the fluctuation became more and more violent, Yan Lai's figure actually became blurred and transparent.

In Yan Lai's incredulous roar, Asmon's whole person passed through the body of Lin Ziyue, a "bystander", and the blazing purple light and flames all over his body burst out, and the long black tail behind him first extended, and then was torn apart by the purple, Asmon's body shook, and all the light and flames dissipated in the air, and even all the illusions around him also dissolved into darkness.

Shadow Dance sat cross-legged on the ground, opposite a water drop with a smirking face, deliberately sitting cross-legged across from him in the same position, full of provocation. The proprietress changed a towel for a sweaty sword on the side, while Xiaoyu sat on the edge of Lin Ziyue on the sofa, wiping the sweat from her forehead for her.

The others have long since left the sentient beings, and the offline of the downline, except for Jack, who was forcibly driven out by the water droplets, the others felt that they couldn't help, so they didn't stay here to make trouble.

The droplets tilted their heads, staring at the shadow.

"Have you seen enough?" the shadow half-closed his eyes, his brow locked since Lin Ziyue passed out.

"I'm curious, who the hell are you. ”

The shadow gritted its teeth and didn't speak.

The next sentence of the water droplet was very soft, as if talking to himself, but the room was so quiet that everyone could hear it clearly: "Or ...... What the hell are you......"

The shadow ignored him and turned his head to look at Xiaoyu: "How is she?"

Xiaoyu nodded: "It seems that the situation has stabilized, and her own soul fluctuations have returned." ”

The shadow's eyes lit up, and one got up and jumped to the edge of the sofa, looking at Xiaoyu expectantly: "Then she shouldn't be in trouble?"

The proprietress on the other side replied to him: "Meng Li's situation has also stabilized, it seems that Xiaolin has succeeded." ”

Before the proprietress finished speaking, Lin Ziyue opened her eyes, but there was chaos in her eyes, she looked at the shadow in front of her tiredly, it seemed that it took several seconds to recognize him, and she barely had a smile on her face.

"I'm sorry to worry you. After speaking, Lin Ziyue gently pushed away the hand that the shadow wanted to support her, supported herself and got up and sat on the sofa, looking at the sword on the floor next to her who had not woken up, with a complicated expression.

The shadow subconsciously felt that something was wrong, Lin Ziyue's gaze that seemed to have lost faith after collapsing, as if even the strength on the shadow had been drained, and when she stared at the sword, she did not hide the confusion and despair in her eyes.

"What the hell is going on? Can you tell me?" Shadow felt empty at the sight of her lost soul.

Lin Ziyue still had the usual smile when facing others, but that smile was not angry at all.

It was like something in her heart was dead.

The shadow was shocked.