I've made it all clear, I'm such a straightforward person, I don't like to drag mud and water, and I'm tactful and subtle. I don't want to ask him about his previous experiences, everyone must have their own secrets, anyway, he is loyal to me, and the other little details are left to him. I couldn't get enough of asking too many questions, but it ended up disgusting with others. That's not what I wanted.

I spent the next few days in bed. For the current era, I also learned most of the information from Yi Shuihan's mouth. Yi Shuihan also brought something like a black box, which was a big world, and I was quite touched by the changes over the past few thousand years. However, I became more and more curious about this "black box", I asked Yi Shuihan what kind of treasure this is, and he patiently explained to me that this black "small box" is referred to as a laptop, which is the proudest invention of this era, which contains a lot of information, and you can find the answer in this small black box. After that, he patiently taught me how to use it, and I have to say that in the past few days of boring cultivation, I have mostly studied this little black box.

As Yi Shuihan said, this magical little box is really a interpretation of the vicissitudes of the world, sometimes I will follow the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the characters in it, and when I cry, Yi Shuihan will hand over a piece of paper, and later he told me that this kind of disposable tissue paper is called "paper towel", which is also one of the inventions of this era. As I learned about this era, I was curious about the outside world, and I always wanted to go out and see the outside world.

However, the most important thing at the moment is to adjust the body.

Meanwhile, in a room, a teenager sat across from a middle-aged man. Their faces were gray and gloomy, the middle-aged man's voice was a little hoarse, he kept his head down, his expression was very sad, he covered his temples, and asked a little excitedly, "You...... You...... What the hell is going on? What really happened that night? Why...... Why are the only two of us who remember Xiaoqing, and the others have no memory of Xiaoqing at all, how do you tell me to calm down? ”

The young man didn't speak, and at the end, he still raised his head and looked out woodenly, "Someone activated a certain formation, which can mess with all people's memories, just like going back in time, at that time, I used a spell to protect your memory, which saved you from the baptism of that formation." No one else remembers Xiaoqing, and even Xiaoqing is a non-existent character for them. I went to school yesterday and asked Xiaoqing's previous dormitory girls, and they said that they didn't know Zhang Qing at all, and they didn't know much about the extra bed in their dormitory. The young man's expression was gloomy, and his tone was cold, and he couldn't hear any emotion at all.

"What formation? Can you find out? Who did it? The middle-aged man asked nervously, he was now in a state of panic, he couldn't think of any way, and suddenly he felt very small, like an insignificant speck of dust in front of the Creator.

The young man's face had been calm, his face was gloomy, and he shook his head slightly, "I don't know, to activate such a big formation, I think it was done by the people of Brahma Pavilion, but I can't find any evidence." Now, Yi Shuihan is gone, and I suspect that person already has a purpose, he may have been sent by Brahma Pavilion to supervise Xiaoqing. From beginning to end, the purpose of Brahma Pavilion is Xiaoqing. Uncle Zhang, I will investigate this matter clearly, at any cost. What's more, there is such a big movement, the underworld should take action, right? Why haven't you seen any Yin soldiers moving around until now? It's a little out of order. The boy said thoughtfully, a hint of doubt flashing across his eyes. Listening to the young man's analysis, the middle-aged man was also puzzled, and after a few minutes, the middle-aged man exhaled deeply, and he still couldn't think of any thoughts. This matter is much more complicated than his case.

Maybe the boy already knew the answer, but he couldn't get past his own level after all, he couldn't believe the scene where his beloved woman disappeared in front of him, and he couldn't do anything about it. He felt his weakness, he thought he had escaped the gears of fate, but he didn't expect to fall deeper and deeper. In the end, he couldn't get out, but ended up lonely. Creation makes people, doesn't it? Fate is reincarnated, no one escapes, maybe he was calculated by someone from the beginning, and he didn't know it at all, is this a sadness? His heart felt like it was dripping with blood.

So many days have passed, he is still looking for nowhere to go, the news about Xiaoqing is as if someone has wiped it clean, it seems that there has never been a person from Zhang Qing in the world, and it seems that everything about her has been withdrawn from this world. There was a blank space in the world, and it was about the memories of a woman named Zhang Qing.

The boy left the house and walked into a remote alley. Reaching the corner, he walked in expressionlessly, without a hint of hesitation. However, at the moment when he disappeared, the corner of the street disappeared as if it had never appeared, and the alley was empty again, and no one would notice the mysterious disappearance of the young man, and the corner corner that appeared out of thin air, everything appeared quietly and disappeared quietly, and everything seemed mysterious.

Darkness struck the boy, but the boy was not afraid at all. He stretched his long legs, still walking forward at the same pace as he had come. It seemed that no one could stop him in his way, but where would she be except the woman who no longer existed? After a while, dim yellow lights appeared on both sides of the road, and it was kerosene lamps, which lit up one after another. Immediately afterwards, a white figure appeared, a flat figure, and if you looked closely, it was a light paper figure.

The paper figure has no facial features, but it can make sounds, perhaps from the mysterious person behind the manipulation of the paper figure. It was the voice he knew best, someone the boy knew. The soft light of the dusk shines on the body of the paper man, a white expanse, very pale, very terrifying, giving people a sense of black and fearful. But the boy didn't care at all, his face didn't change at all, and he was still the same as when he came. The paper man took the lead, leading the boy through the winding labyrinth, turning one intersection after another, and the boy didn't remember how many intersections there were, and through heavy obstacles, the paper man finally brought the boy to a staircase.