Only when he turned his back to the villagers, the eyes of the ghost pupil would reveal a faint sense of confusion and sadness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Fragments of info memories come to mind from time to time, fragmentary memories are obviously not the characteristics of this world, everything proves that this outsider has a different experience, it is a civilization that is completely different from this place. The knowledge in Ghost Hitomi's mind has not been lost, but his own experience seems to be broken, only scattered fragments remain, occasionally passing through his mind like meteors, he remembers that he has parents, he has a warm family; He remembered that he was not married, but there was always a girl in a trance in his mind, unable to remember her name, unable to see her face clearly; He remembered standing in front of the podium and facing many teenagers, talking and imparting knowledge, but everyone's face was blurred; He remembers that he often wrote a lot of nouns, concepts, symbols, and formulas on the blackboard with chalk, so clearly that he seemed to be right in front of him, and even he was able to memorize this knowledge backwards, but the environment in front of him became the most real dream. Ghost Hitomi seems to be a teacher, but here, it seems to be just a big boy next door.

"Whatever, what could be better than to live freely?" Ghost Hitomi muttered to herself, and instantly regained her bright smile, even if there is a lot of reluctance, what's the use? "Maybe one day in the future, I will remember and return to the original world to continue my responsibilities and commitments."

The sun has set, and the sunset in the mountains is always earlier, and the pool in front of me has become deep and melancholy, like a dark green dye with magical power, pulling the ghost pupil's thoughts back to that recent memory... It was pitch black all around, his lungs were suffocating as if they were about to burst, and his limbs struggled in vain, this was a typical drowning, just when the ghost pupil was about to give up, he tried to raise his head, trying to get his mouth closer to the water, he saw a point of light appear on the distant water, although it was so small, so weak, but it brought hope and courage to this dying man, the ghost pupil desperately swiped towards the point of light, desperately, hard, although he didn't know if he was floating or sinking, He used his last breath, and then his consciousness fell into a trance, the rumbling sound of water in his ears gradually faded away, and his breathing seemed to be comfortable again, his body was light and fluttering, so comfortable, is this how he felt before he died? Not bad. This is actually the mood of the ghost pupil before he died.

"Ghost Hitomi~~ Uncle Bobcat called you home for dinner!!" A crisp shout came from the entrance of the village, calling the ghost pupil back from his trance, "Here it is~~", while responding, the ghost pupil quickly dressed up, okay, just a coarse cloth coat and a coarse cloth trousers, tied with hemp rope, carrying a firewood knife, it's hard to think about it.

"Stinky boy, why did you wash it for so long?!" The lynx said to the ghost pupil with a little dissatisfaction, "My rabbit meat is all stewed, and no one has a drink with me." ”

"Haha, if you're greedy, just say it, I won't laugh at you." Ghost Hitomi replied indifferently, "But the girls all say that my swimming posture is very similar to what you taught, hehe, what do you think about this big brother Bobcat?" ”

"Stinky boy, no big or small, I'm almost old enough to be your grandfather!" Although he said this, the lynx was obviously very useful for this, and said with a smile: "I don't have a stupid apprentice like you, and your swimming posture is ugly." But it's also very difficult, when I fished you up from the pool three months ago, you were like a dead dog, weak, I thought it was a corpse, I really don't know where you were washed from, you were about to drown and didn't choke on a mouthful of water. The stream in the mountains is obviously not enough to drown people, but is there an underground river under the waterhole? Everyone in the village knows that there is a spring under the waterhole, and it is unknown whether it is an underground river, but even if it is an underground river, it is rare enough that you have been washed so far and not drowned, and the stinky boy's life is really big! "It's rare for a lynx to compliment the ghost pupil.

"Still, your eyes ... Is it better? The lynx looked at the Oni Hitomi with concern. Of course, the ghost pupil knows what the lynx refers to, the black pupils are not something that this world can see at least this continent, and his eyesight is not very good. Nonsense, can the eyes be good for more than 20 years of myopia? But after living here for more than three months, in addition to gradually adapting to the climate, environment, and life here, Ghost Hitomi found that his body was slowly becoming stronger, although he was still thin, but his strength seemed to be a lot greater, and his eyesight was gradually recovering, although it was very slow, but it was really happening. What surprised the lynx the most was that the ghost pupil was very talented in language, and when he first came back, it was obvious that he could only roughly understand the meaning of the bobcat, but in just three months, the ghost pupil was proficient in the Duolun dialect, if the bobcat was not a native of the Duolun continent, he couldn't hear that the ghost pupil was a foreigner. "And... This stinky boy... Lynx thought secretly, "Very good at communicating with people, it seems that he has no head to talk and do things, but in fact, a simple joke or two can quickly close the relationship with the people around him." This mountain village is not without outsiders, the people in the village always maintain a strong wariness of outsiders, and this kid is an accident, except for the first three days after waking up, a little confused, every day is trying to adapt, familiar, master the surrounding environment, is simply a natural hunter. The lynx sighed secretly, but unfortunately the ghost pupil was not very interested in the identity of a hunter.