The killing continued, and the demon who looked like himself, as if he had fallen into the human world, chased those people, slashing one by one, and there was a kind of burning madness about blood.

With each knife, Luo was accompanied by great pain, and he struggled desperately, his eyes were still blurry, and he could only continue to grope around.

It was round again, with a rancid thing, and Lo hurriedly threw it away, he wanted to get out of here, out of this hell.

But as soon as he threw away the skull, his hand touched a long, hard, fishy thing. After only a second of hesitation, Luo's head was even more painful, and a woman rubbing clothes by the stream appeared in his mind, slapping her clothes pounding.

She didn't notice that the child, who had been sitting on the shore, got up with a snort, walked towards the stream with a grin, stumbled, fell into the water, and was swept away by the torrent.

The young woman put down her clothes at once, chased after the shore and cried and screamed, and finally fainted to death......

Lowe's eyes were blurred, his head ached, and his legs couldn't stand at all. If he wants to leave here, he can only grope with his hands, however, every time he touches something, Luo's mind will change a different tragic appearance, and every time he sees the face in the picture, it seems to be himself.

Who is he? Whose memory is this? Lowe can't tell anymore, is this a nightmare? Is it a memory, is it an illusion?

Unable to bear it, his consciousness was once again plunged into boundless darkness.

I don't know how long, he felt a piercing eye, like a hot needle's eye, drilling in his face, he slowly stretched his eyelids, a golden light turned upside down, let him hurriedly cover his eyelids, closed again, for a long time, made another effort, stretched out a little bit.

"You're awake, come get some water. A large white porcelain bowl was handed to Luo's mouth.

He grunted a few times, and the bowl bottomed out.

Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and saw that it was an old man who handed him water, and his kind face couldn't hide his wrinkled face.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome, by the way, where are you from, I'll go and inform your family so that they can relax. The old man asked with a smile.

Yes, where am I from, Luo's mind is frantically surging countless images, murderous maniacs, washerwomen, woodcutters who were bitten to death by fierce beasts in the mountains, and the emperor who was fed a cup of poisoned wine......

Too much, too much, but who are you?

"I, I don't know. Luo still struggled to utter a few words.

"Have you lost your memory?" the old man guessed in surprise.

"I don't know, my brain is messed up. Luo said truthfully, the more anxious he was, the picture in his head switched frantically, but he couldn't know which was the real himself.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, you have a good rest first, it may be a bruise on your head, and you can remember it when you're done. The old man comforted.

"Hmm. Lowe said yes and slowly closed his eyes, for his head was starting to ache again.

"Dad, I'm back!" shouted a young man of about twenty years old outside the door, putting down the firewood on his shoulder, and rushing into the house.

"Oh, it's back. ”

"Look, I cut it today, two loads, a full five hundred catties, you can pull up the market tomorrow. I changed the money to go to school as soon as possible. "The young man is full of tendons, thick eyebrows and small eyes, however, the eye circles are a little obvious, probably lack of sleep.

"Mangkhut, our family is poor, and we have to slow down going to school. The old man said embarrassedly.

"Poor, then why do you pick up a dead man and come back, and guard him without cutting firewood!" the young man was obviously unconvinced.

"Shhh

"I don't care, anyway, if you give me money, I'll go to school, and I'll go to school for a month. The thick-eyed boy grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"Zhu'er, our family can't compare with others, don't think about her, let's chop wood well and live a happy life, isn't it?

Do you already know how to count?, do you teach singing mountain songs in the school?" the old man explained with a hippie smile.

Mangosteen snorted coldly, stomped his feet and walked away.

"This kid. The old man sighed.

Luo Du heard their conversation and thought, it is better to get better as soon as possible, so as not to destroy the harmony of other families.

On the third day, Luo was barely able to stand up, holding on to the wall all the way to the outside.

It's so good, a feeling of recovering from a long illness, like being reborn, looking at the surrounding scenery, flowers and trees, green mountains in the distance, the breeze is swaying, insects and birds are happy, everything is so lovely.

Luo was looking at the scenery, and a man and a woman came over happily, and the woman took the initiative to stay outside the house.

"Brother Mangosteen, what good things can you have, don't lie to me?"

"Sister Red Peach, don't worry, I'm guaranteed to surprise you!" Mangosteen ran into the house excitedly, and after a while, he took out a silver-white snail shell and said to Luo: "This, just when you pay the rent to our family." ”

As he spoke, he smiled and handed it to the hearts.

"This ...... It's beautiful. Hearts took the snail shell in her hand, looked at Yingying's shining aura, and exclaimed.

This thing, Luo looks so familiar, listening to this mangosteen, it should be his own.

Very speechless, confiscated by this mangosteen as rent? Luo was a little angry at this time, this guy with thick eyebrows and small eyes was so rude, I thought he was an honest person.

If it weren't for the injuries on his body, Luo Zhen wanted to take the snail shell back, and he vaguely felt that this was something very important to him.

"This is yours?" Hearts also felt Luo's gaze.

"Hmm. Lowe replied quietly.

"Then I'll give it back to you. The smiling face of the red heart suddenly bloomed, holding the snail shell in both hands, waiting for Lorna.

But a big black hand grabbed the snail shell away.

"Heart, this is my birthday present to you, how can you give it back to him?" asked Mangosteen, a little angry.

"It's his. Heart replied weakly, and it was clear that she liked the snail shell.

"His? His life was picked up by my father, and it was too much to eat and drink in my house these days, and take a gadget from him?"

Mangosteen's words made Luo completely speechless.

"Did you say?" he turned to ask Luo.

Luo Qiang held back the anger in his heart, he knew that if he was furious at this time, he would be labeled as ungrateful.

"Little brute, bring it. A figure next to him suddenly snatched the snail shell from Mangosteen's hand, and reprimanded angrily: "This family is not your turn to be in charge, I saved him, not to covet the treasures on his body, why do you take this forcible basis?"

The old man had just come back from chopping wood, and when he saw three young people gathered together, his son Mangosteen was still speaking ill of him, and hurriedly ran over to stop him.

"You...... You guys!" Mangosteen was so angry that he exploded all of a sudden, especially when he saw his father scolding him in front of hearts, this, this elbow turned out, how could he not be angry.

All of a sudden, in a three-on-one situation, Mangosteen gritted his teeth and walked away.

"Little child, you don't know anything, don't blame him. The old man shoved the snail shell back into Luo's hand and said with a smile.